This chapter and the next one are both just pesterlogs. I feel like it's worth mentioning that the more reviews I get, the faster I update. O_O So uh, yeah, chapter two, everybody... *notawkwardwut*


-turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 15:49-

TG: rose

TG: rose oh my fucking god talk to me

TG: its important

TG: really important

TG: i dont think i can handle this at all

TG: please answer

TG: shit

TT: I suppose it is entirely unnecessary to ask if something is wrong?

TT: What's the matter?

TG: im really just

TG: i can barely type right now shit

TG: i really need help

TG: i don't know what to do

TT: Once again I ask: what is the matter? You'll find you'll receive my help much more quickly if you tell me your problem instead of forcing me to sleuth for it.

TG: bro has cancer

TG: my bro

TG: has

TG: cancer

TG: and he wants me to completely ignore it

TG: he said it doesn't concern me

TT: Oh dear.

TG: is that all you can say

TG: i cant handle jack shit right now

TG: and so im here flipping my shit

TG: barely even breathing

TG: and all you can say

TG: is oh dear

TT: No, no, don't misunderstand, I don't mean to be unsupportive. It's simply that it really does seem to be a difficult situation. One that cannot be remedied easily. Have you tried having a mature conversation with him?

TG: i guess i mean he sorta just said it and i was panicking so he told me to basically not worry about it but how can i do that

TG: how can he even ask that of me

TG: rose

TG: oh my god help me

TT: How did you explain how you were feeling?

TG: probably badly

TG: i told him that telling me to not care was moronic

TG: thats kind of all for the feelings area

TT: What sorts of symptoms does he have? Have you noticed?

TG: hes been sick for a while I guess

TG: cuz hes always tired and hes had a consistent headache for a few weeks which i normally wouldn't notice except that all the headache medication in the entire apartment has been depleted

TG: on top of that he keeps puking

TG: and i almost beat him in sparring a few weeks ago which is when you know something is really fucked up

TG: he wasnt going easy on me

TG: he was completely exhausted by the end of it i wasnt really sure how to take that

TT: That's... Interesting.

TG: what the fuck

TT: Well it's beginning to sound like brain cancer. Headache, fatigue, physical weakness, nausea…

TG: shit

TG: …

TG: um

TG: be right back

TT: I'll hold.

TG: okay sorry my bad

TT: May I inquire as to why you had to leave so quickly?

TG: spilled stuff on my keyboard and needed to wipe it off

TT: Right…

TG: what

TT: Dave, are you crying?

TG: no god hahahahaha crying is for pussies

TT: Dave.

TG: what

TT: Be honest. Please?

TG: fuck

TG: okay yeah

TG: im sorry

TG: i cant help it

TG: bro is invincible

TG: this stuff doesnt happen to him

TT: No one is ever invincible, Dave. No matter how much you admire them. Also, you needn't apologize for showing emotion.

TG: i just dont get it

TG: why him

TG: why me

TG: hes raised me for seventeen years

TG: what the hell do I do without him

TT: You may not need to even consider that. Cancer is not determinedly lethal. Your brother could be cured.

TG: what if though rose

TG: what if everything goes wrong

TG: and i end up alone

TG: then what do i do

TT: Whatever you can. Cross that bridge if and when you do in fact get to it.

TG: okay i guess

TG: i think im gonna go to sleep or something

TG: try to calm down you know

TT: Understandable. I wish you the best.

TG: yeah see you

TT: Goodbye.

-turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 16:02-