Beating heart.
Alive.
Warm hands.
Flushed face.
Strong pulse.
Alive.
Quiet.
"You okay?"
"Never been better."
"You're hot."
"I know that. My charming good looks never fail."
"I meant your temperature."
"Same thing."
Steady.
Kill.
"Drink this."
"What is it?"
"Water, idiot."
"I knew that."
"No wonder you asked."
Tears.
"You were the best friend I ever had. The only friend."
"ANSWER ME!"
"WHERE ARE YOU?! I NEED YOU! Please come back. Please…"
Grey.
Steady beating heart.
Drum away.
Maybe I should kill myself.
Sail away.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Just a beat away.
Tick away little drum.
Drum.