Ralph couldn't tell if the air had become harder to breathe, or it was just him. If he was lucky, he'd simply suffocate and die without having to tell Destiny about this.
He knew he'd probably have to tell Destiny... why Roger was so dangerous, but he didn't want to tell anyone, ever. Hopefully, she'd just leave without requiring an explanation.
He took as deep of a breath as he could manage. "Destiny?"
"Yeah?" She looked up at him from the bed.
"You have to leave." His voice shook with the weight of his words.
"How come?"
"Can you please just trust me on this? You have to-"
"I don't have to do anything unless I know why I'm doing it."
Ralph stumbled forward, gasping for breath. He couldn't tell how the pain had somehow become too much to bear so quickly.
Destiny got up and ran over. "Are you okay?" she asked in rushed tones.
It took a little while for Ralph to be able to speak again.
"You have to go. So you don't get hurt."
Destiny hesitated, her eyes flicking away. "Did... did something happen?"
"Yes." Ralph wrapped his arms around himself, wincing. It felt like his chest was breaking apart and being squeezed at the same time.
"Would you mind telling me what it is?"
Ralph searched for the easiest way to explain. How did you even tell someone about something like this?
"You know those glasses that Jack always carries around?" He couldn't get his voice to stop shaking.
"I'm guessing they're not his?"
Ralph shook his head. "They used to belong to my friend. Piggy." A sob broke out. Destiny opened her mouth, then shut it. She was silent for a moment.
"What happened to him?"
Ralph had to search for his words again. "Roger."
"I... I'm... I'm sorry."
"You have to go. I can't... I can't-" Ralph gasped for air between his tears. "I can't have this happen again."
Destiny took a shuddering breath, then spoke quietly. "Okay. I understand. Bye, I guess." She hurried out of the room without looking back.
Ralph sobbed even harder.
He was alone.
It felt like he was breaking inside.
And there was no one there to help him.