"Ms. Bane, Magnus is dying." Dr. Braille spoke hurriedly. "He has, at most, an hour or so. We—"
"Is there anything you…you can do for h-him?" Magnus's mother choked over her words and clutched a tissue tightly in her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara was running down her cheeks and her lashes were soaked with tears. "Please—he's all that I ha-have left."
"Well, we could put him into a coma, which would give us time to nourish his body without him fighting the treatment. But that could cause a number of side affects and it's not guaranteed—"
"I don't care. Do whatever you need to. I'll pay whatever, sign whatever—just, please, save my Maggie. He can't—he can't leave-leave me. Please."
Magnus was limp. Machines were breathing for him; beating for his heart. Tubes were stuck into him everywhere, and wires covered his frail body. Magnus was shirtless, the table below him was shimmering with faint traces of glitter. It was a saddening sight—a boy once so full of life reduced to a dying skeleton. A soul so colorful and naive and pure being lost to society and its unreachable expectations.
.:there's a storm on the streets but you still don't run, watching and waiting for the rain to come. and these words wouldn't keep you dry, white tears from an open sky, but i know, but i know, but i know, i'm right:.
.:i won't let you drown, when the water's pulling you in, i'll keep fighting, i'll keep fighting:.
I...I'm not doing better…at all. I wish I could say I was. I hate being like this. I'm sorry. R&R my lovelies?
**song is Silver Lining by Hurts. breathtakingly beautiful, and chilling. i urge you to listen to it**