(Tug's POV)
I sat by his side, Jenny and Misto had long since gone but I refused to budge. I'm going to stay until he gets better or he...doesn't.
Why him? Why not that son of a pollicle bitch that did this?
"What am I going to do without you?" I whispered to him, "We've been friends forever, since we were kittens and you were a lot more mischievous then, don't deny it. Ahh we were worse than Jerrie and Teazer are now. Remember the time when we caused the cockroaches to start a riot? Boy, Jenny was maaaaaaaad."
My nostalgic smile faded. My friend was dying in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could do. Helplessness, it was destroying me. If only I could do something to save him, to wake him up at the least. I tried a different tactic,
"Munk, can you hear me?"
No response but I continued anyway,
"You are not gonna die! You can't give up and let the bastard win! I'm not gonna let you!" a shuddering sob escaped from my body, "We need you, I need you," my voice was nearing a whisper so I leant closer, "Please Munk, I love you."
I sat back up quickly, did I really just say that? Slowly it dawned on me, I did love him. It brightened my day when I saw him, I worry about him when something's not right, and most of all he's one of the only people who knows me. The real me, not the egotistical, flirt/heart throb mask I wear. He knows my thoughts, my feelings. Even last night he knew that Grizabella's appearance would rattle me and tried to see if I was alright. And now, that handsome, caring tom was losing his fight to survive. I curled up close to him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I love you."
I sat by his side, Jenny and Misto had long since gone but I refused to budge. I'm going to stay until he gets better or he...doesn't.
Why him? Why not that son of a pollicle bitch that did this?
"What am I going to do without you?" I whispered to him, "We've been friends forever, since we were kittens and you were a lot more mischievous then, don't deny it. Ahh we were worse than Jerrie and Teazer are now. Remember the time when we caused the cockroaches to start a riot? Boy, Jenny was maaaaaaaad."
My nostalgic smile faded. My friend was dying in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could do. Helplessness, it was destroying me. If only I could do something to save him, to wake him up at the least. I tried a different tactic,
"Munk, can you hear me?"
No response but I continued anyway,
"You are not gonna die! You can't give up and let the bastard win! I'm not gonna let you!" a shuddering sob escaped from my body, "We need you, I need you," my voice was nearing a whisper so I leant closer, "Please Munk, I love you."
I sat back up quickly, did I really just say that? Slowly it dawned on me, I did love him. It brightened my day when I saw him, I worry about him when something's not right, and most of all he's one of the only people who knows me. The real me, not the egotistical, flirt/heart throb mask I wear. He knows my thoughts, my feelings. Even last night he knew that Grizabella's appearance would rattle me and tried to see if I was alright. And now, that handsome, caring tom was losing his fight to survive. I curled up close to him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I love you."