Ragetti lay in his cot, shivering under a blanket, squirming in horrible blinding pain. He whimpered and clutched his stomach, dry-heaving. His throat burned with every whispering gasp of breath he withdrew, bringing tears to his eyes.
"Pinters…" He wheezed, groping out for the older man's hand. He caught it, clutching on as he coughed violently, a bit of blood coming up. "Pinters… 'elp me…" He choked through the blood.
Pintel was frozen in horrified shock, holding on to Ragetti's hand loosely. "Ragetti…" He gasped and rushed to the man, holding his head up. "Ragetti!"
Ragetti's eye was growing cloudy, his pulse weakening, and blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. He coughed again, the sound echoing through Pintel's mind, hearing the sound of Ragetti's windpipe tearing apart.
"Pinters, please…" He rasped out, blood trickling out of his mouth and down his neck. "'elp…" His eye began to fade and dilate as his hand grew colder.
"Ragetti!" Pintel screamed, grasping the man. "Don't leave, rags! Come on, ye kin 'old on a bit longer! Ye've got to!" He sobbed against Ragetti's shoulder. Ragetti moaned and clutched his stomach, feel his own acid burn through it.
"Pint…" He said hoarsely, the blood staining his teeth and lips. "I… luv ye… always," Ragetti's eye clouded and the light faded. His body became ice as his heart stopped beating, blood ceasing to flow through him.
"Ragetti! Don't go! Ye can't die on me! Please…. Ragetti!!!!" Pintel howled, tears streaming down his face and onto the lifeless corpse.
"RAGETTI!!!" Pintel screamed, shooting up out of his cot, shaking it violently. He gasped for breath and clutched to his heart, trying to slow the beating. Looking around, he saw he was alone in his cot. Ragetti was long gone, the nightmare of his death still haunting Pintel.