Summary: In which Boov can feel happy feelings, but they come with consequences.
Notes: yes, so, alright! If someone shows interest in this, doesn't matter how many, if just one of you so much as hints at a vague interest, then I will continue this little fic. If no one says or does anything, then this will continue being what it is now- a one shot!
Ps- Oh's lying, but he believes in what he says, which is why he doesn't turn green! It's up to you to figure out what I'm talking about.
Tip found him crying, curled into a ball on her bed. "Oh?" she spoke softly, stepping into the room.
He gave a startled sound and hastily dried away some tears, hiding his right hand behind his back. "T-Tip…" he muttered, and new tears welled up in his eyes.
"Oh!" Tip said, startled, and rushed over to him. "Are you okay?"
He didn't meet her gaze when he slowly shook his head. "No, I am not."
That was all she needed. She crawled into the bed and drew him close to her, hugging him tightly. "What's wrong?" she whispered, closing her eyes.
Some time passed where he just hugged her back, tighter than she hugged him, silently crying into her shoulder. Then he answered. "I am dying."
Tip froze, and all color disappeared from her face. Her heart sped up and a sound like rushing water was deafening her. "…what," she said, her voice spiky and torn. Oh tore himself away from her.
"I am dying," he repeated, still not looking at her.
"Why?" Tip asked, eyes blown wide, fear sneaking up on her and clawing at her heart. "Why are you dying!?"
Slowly, ever so slowly, he held his right hand out for inspection. There-
there was a crack in it.
There was a crack in Oh's hand.
The skin looked dry, way too dry, and there was a crack. in Oh's. hand.
He wasn't bleeding or anything, it was simply just a crack in his hand, as if he was- drying out, or made of porcelain or something-
"Oh?" she said shakily. "Can we stop this?"
Tears filled his eyes again, his skin turning dark, dark blue, the darkest color she'd ever seen him wear. It was nearly black. "No," he whispered. "We cannot. It will do the spreading, until it is hitting my heart."
"Where's your heart?" Tip asked, pushing away emotions for just a little while more. She had to know. She had to know how long her best friend had left to live. "Oh, where's your heart!?"
He silently placed a hand on the round pocket almost in the middle of his Boov tunic. "It is spreading fast," he whispered emotionlessly.
Tip cried. She held him to her chest for hours, although he still didn't look at her.
And she was crying, her throat sore, her eyes red and stinging.
Crying because she would lose him.
She had no words to describe the feeling she felt, but if she tried, she would compare it to a volcano in her heart, spitting lava and pain and hurt and sorrow throughout her body. In the end, she could feel the sadness and desperation out into her fingers and toes.
"No," she whispered when neither she nor Oh had any more tears left. "No!"
And a cracking noise echoed through the room. Tip sat up and yanked Oh's hand to her. Carefully, mind you, of course she was careful he was dying for god's sake- The crack was deeper, now, and it had spread further across his palm.
New tears fell from Tip's eyes. "I don't want to lose you," she whispered harshly. "Not again!"
Another cracking noise, and Tip gave a loud gasp, falling backwards and crawling away from him, almost falling out of the bed. "Is it me?" she cried. This had to stop, she had to stop it, she couldn't lose him, not now, not when she had just realized- "Am I doing it!?" she yelled.
Oh looked almost embarrassed when he frowned in sadness. "No," he said. His skin turned green and the embarrassed look changed to an even sadder one.
She was-! It was her, she was doing this oh god, oh god, oh god- "Then I will stay away from you," Tip declared wildly, not caring about the fact that he lied. She took another step backwards, away from the bed. Maybe it would help if she isolated herself, she reasoned. If she was doing it she would run away or something, he had to live-!
The Boov's eyes widened in both shock and fear. A new cracking sound, and whatever it was that was killing him begun its decent up his arm. He winced in pain and hissed lightly. "It does not mattering, Tip," he tried desperately, putting his good hand over the crack, as if trying to hide it. "It will not help if you are staying away, it will only get worse!"
Tip gritted her teeth and sobbed as she realized she couldn't do anything. Anything at all, to save his life. She threw herself onto the bed again and took her best friend into her arms.
And a new crack appeared.