It got worse.
He cough was violent, making her unable to stand up for the fear of knocking herself over. Violet was constantly dizzy, and barely left her bed. Of course, Drocell was there every second, tending to her every need.
"Living is hard, Drocell" Violet whimpered, straining her voice. Drocell turned away from the window and knelt next to her bedside, softly grasping her hand.
"Of course it is." He whispered back to her sympathetically.
"Dying is hard too, you know" His heart skipped a beat, clenching onto her hand tighter.
"You're not dying Vi, I promise"
She smiled faintly, before letting out a string of labored coughs. What could Drocell do but watch?
"It's been a year, hasn't it."
Drocell turned and looked up at the man standing next to him. He was kneeling down on the grass, re-planting the flowers he brought a couple of months ago.
"Exactly one year, Undertaker." he responded.
He had felt miserable. So helpless. So who to turn to other than the man that dealt with death on a daily basis? Drocell traced his fingers on the plaque on the ground.
"Drocell, I know it was freighting for you. But, everything's alright now, right?" Undertaker placed an awkward, comforting hand on his shoulder. He nodded.
"I just didn't know what to do. And without you, I don't know where I'd be right now. I loved her."
"Loved?" a woman said, laughing silently.
"You mean love, present tense. Unless something changed in the last ten minutes?" Drocell stood up and looked into her bright eyes. He smiled back at her.
"Of course not Violet." He took his hand in hers. Wood against wood.
"Ah, there's my fine piece of work." Undertaker said, bowing playfully. Violet curtsied back at him.
"I wouldn't exactly call myself yours, but whatever makes you laugh."
Death is always a painful thing. But the pain is much alleviated when you know the Undertaker, a master with souls and death.
"Its kind of silly, if you think about it. I rescued you, only to be rescued BY you. Not complaining, though." Violet smiled as Drocell wrapped an arm loosely over her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do without you. I couldn't lose you, but instead I condemned you to a fate such as mine. It was entirely selfish, and…" Drocell was sharply cut off by a pair of lips pressed against his.
"Really, I wouldn't have it any other way."