First off, just wanted to say that this is NOT a storyline chapter, it's just a glimpse at... well... this moment. Highly recommend listening to the official music for it. Here's a link- watch?v=u2KWgy39ODk&list=PLx8ZbufwaYU8vDXK7MFujhWjJJbyaRNOa&index=12
If that doesn't work, look up "Five Nights at Freddy's 4-Good Ending Soundtrack" on YouTube.
Thanks!
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William clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to let his increasingly watery eyes spill tears. He walked nearer to the bed and sat in the chair next to it, the only sounds his shaky breathing and the heart-beat monitor quietly beeping at his side.
He extended a trembling hand to Chris's, feeling its lifelessness in his fingers. It brought him so much anguish, seeing his little boy in that green gown and tucked into white sheets, watching as the face mask steadily fogged, then cleared as the he breathed. His chest rose and fell so slowly...
William squeezed Chris's hand, shaking more as a lump welled in his throat. He looked at the child's head where numerous bandages were wound around his upper face, though there was still room to see his eyes which were closed and unmoving. The man couldn't hold it in anymore. Streams of hot tears spilled down his cheeks, dripping off onto the mattress while William shook and cried.
He laid his head in his arms while he wept, one hand grasping Chris's tightly. Why? Why did this have to happen to his little boy? He was the sweetest child anyone could ask for...meek, kind, gentle...he didn't deserve this...
The man couldn't stop thinking about all his memories with him. The day he was born, his youngest years-he was so affectionate, always wanting to sit and snuggle with you, no matter what you were doing. Bright, too...always so interested in the world around him, always asking questions, always so intrigued about every little thing. Always...
William looked up at his son, his vision blurry from still-falling tears. The last few months had been absolute torment for the boy. Michael just didn't know when to leave it alone. The man felt a strong surge of anger for his eldest child-if it wasn't for him, Chris's last weeks wouldn't have been misery, if not for him, Chris wouldn't be-he wouldn't-
William felt his heart break, finally comprehending that his son was going to be gone...the doctors told him and Clara that it was likely, given the circumstances, but he just hadn't really grasped it yet. Now he did.
He looked at Chris. He looked so peaceful, more peaceful than he'd been in months. His eyes were free of tears, his face not in an expression of sadness or fear. He was just asleep, and not dreaming a nightmare. It wasn't fair that only in such woe and hopelessness, he found rest.
As William grasped his child's hand, thoughts quietly wove through the back of his mind. His face relaxed and the tears slowed. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's head. As he sat back in his chair, he let out a shaky breath, dry lips parting as he whispered.
"I will put you back together."