"I need to go and comfort him, papa. " cuphead said, walking towards the stairs.
"no son. Let him have time to process everything. It will take time for him to come to terms with the fact that he has a terminal illness. Let him mourn then u can comfort him. " papa kettle said.
Cuphead nodded and then sat on the couch.
He could hear his brother scream upstairs. A terrorizing sound it was. A sound of fear and uncertainty.
This went on for half an hour until everything went silent...too silent.
Cuphead and papa kettle went upstairs to see mugman on his bed, struggling to catch his breath. His eyes glazed over. The look of pure fear was in his eyes as his chest heaved up and down rapidly.
"papa, his medicine..please. " cuphead said, fear in his eyes.
Papa kettle went downstairs and got the box with the medicine in it. He went back upstairs and showed cuphead how to give his brother the shot.
