Some babbles….enjoy
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"Maybe you have better to tell me what it is, Timon", Pumbaa snorted.
Timon didn't answer to him. The meerkat looked away on the horizon.
"Timon?"
"Not now."
"Why not? You have to tell me."
"Just because…because I can't. I don't want to talk about this!"
"Why you don't want to?"
"Shut up, Pumbaa. How you couldn't understand that I'm…oy..", Timon put his paw over his heart.
Pumbaa look at his friend. "Are you ok?"
"No", Timon whispered. "Don't wait me back for a while."
"Where are you going?"
"Notwhere", Timon looked at his big friend and take deeper breath than he ever have.
"I'm sorry, Timon. Was that me?"
"No, Pumbaa. It's was not you", Timon try to smile. "But, I think that was me."
"You?"
"Yep, Pumbaa. I think that I'm hurt myself", Timon smiled and looked away. "Too much pain", he whispered.
"Are you going to be ok?"
"Oh, Pumbaa, I don't know."
"I can't lose you, Timon."
"No, you didn't lose me, Pumbaa. But I think that you have to give me some time to rest. I can't stand up anymore. Not like this."
"What do you mean by that, Timon?"
"I'm so tired, Pumbaa", Timon breathed out. "So tired."
"Hmm, maybe you should slow down, little buddy. You looked sleepily."
"I'm, Pumbaa", Timon smiled at him and slowed down.
"You wanna something? Some grubs or..?"
"No, thank you, Pumbaa, but all is right."
Pumbaa looked at him some more time, taking deep breath, he sit down with Timon's side.
"Hey, buddy, what is wrong by now?"
"You", Pumbaa say. "I'm being to worry about you, Timon."
"No, don't, Pumbaa. Believe me, I'm fine tomorrow. I promise."
"Okay, if you say so."
"Pumbaa?"
"I tell you this. Don't cry."
"But I can't…", Pumbaa felt his tears on his chest. "I'm an idiot."
"Why? You're not an idiot, Pumbaa."
"Because I can't do anything and you…you're sick at all, Timon. And I can't do anything!"
"Of course you can, Pumbaa."
"How?"
"You can and you do, Pumbaa. You're still here with me, buddy. It can make me feel better."
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