You open your burnt red eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling you can barely see. Over all of these sweeps, your vision has gotten so much worse that you must rely even more on smell and taste than you had to when you were six sweeps old. Things change quickly for you, you think to yourself. Maybe you should introduce yourself. Your name is Terezi Pyrope, and you are asking the nurse at the healing center for your beloved matesprit, Karkat Vantas. The nurse tries repeatedly to tell you that he is no longer alive, but you choose not to believe her. You breathe in deeply through your nose, taking in all of these smells, all too familiar. "Get me my moirail." The nurse stands completely still for a few heartbeats, then nodding and then exiting the room. You close your eyes. These are your last days on this cruel place. Your home. The home you love, but hate at the same time. If you could be in a black relationship with this planet, you would oblige in less than a blink. You wonder how long you've been dwelling on these thoughts, because the nurse arrives with your olive-blooded moirail, who is in much better shape than you are. "Purrezi," she murmurs, sitting by your recuperacoon and letting out a small whimper of distress. You smile weakly; a real smile, not one of your signature smirks, and she gasps. "Nepeta," your raspy voice manages to ring loud enough to echo slightly in the huge room, and you close your eyes tiredly, drifting into a deep slumber that may be your last.