Luke walked to the fish shop, much like he always did when Toby didn't come to the carpentry. He opened the door and walked inside, the wooden floorboards creaking lightly with each step. The blue-haired child looked around the familiar room, various fishing equipment stashed and hung up in random places. It just made the place the way it was, according to the old boat man, Pascal. Speaking of the guy, he didn't seem to be around. Neither did Toby's uncle, Ozzie. It struck Luke as odd, but he quickly disregarded the feeling and searched for his best friend. He rounded the corner and found the bedrooms, to which he opened the door and stepped inside.
Before him was a sight he didn't really like. The sleepy fisher boy was in bed, his skin paler than usual and a slightly pained expression painted upon it. It looked far too much like Luke's mother before she died. Even the comparison made his heart twindge with pain. He approached with caution, as if unsure it was a good idea to talk to him in such a state. Regardless, he stood next to Toby and decided to see if he was sleeping again.
"Hey, dude... You awake?" Toby stirred a bit, but opened his eyes slightly- a rare thing- and looked at Luke. He smiled slightly at Luke, glad to see his friend that day.
"Yeah... Sorry... for not coming by..." Luke shook his head and smiled back.
"Don't worry about it dude. Why're you in bed like this?"
"Oh... Heh... It's a weird... story." Luke raised a blue brow and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Go on..."
"Well..." Toby took a shaky breath. "-I have this thing..."
'Oh no...' Luke thought. Not this. He couldn't handle another dying person in such a short amount of time. He grabbed Toby's hand, trying not to be uncool and cry. He nodded his head, telling him to continue.
"It's an... Iron deficiency... from what Uncle said..." Toby did his best to keep smiling at Luke. It had only been three years since his mom died. Toby had helped him through that. "That's why I'm... so sleepy all the... time."
Luke took in the information, his emotions ready to jump off the charts of sanity. He gave Toby a scared look as a thought occured.
"Y-You won't die, right?" Toby chuckled as best he could and nodded.
"I'm not going anywhere, Luke."
Luke nodded, then laid down on the bed next to Toby, hugging him. The possibility of losing his best friend still pestered him, despite the confirmation that he wouldn't die.
"You better not."
Toby only chuckled again and patted Luke's head, enjoying the company. He knew Luke would worry over him every second of every day now, but at least he wouldn't question his constant naps.
Before him was a sight he didn't really like. The sleepy fisher boy was in bed, his skin paler than usual and a slightly pained expression painted upon it. It looked far too much like Luke's mother before she died. Even the comparison made his heart twindge with pain. He approached with caution, as if unsure it was a good idea to talk to him in such a state. Regardless, he stood next to Toby and decided to see if he was sleeping again.
"Hey, dude... You awake?" Toby stirred a bit, but opened his eyes slightly- a rare thing- and looked at Luke. He smiled slightly at Luke, glad to see his friend that day.
"Yeah... Sorry... for not coming by..." Luke shook his head and smiled back.
"Don't worry about it dude. Why're you in bed like this?"
"Oh... Heh... It's a weird... story." Luke raised a blue brow and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Go on..."
"Well..." Toby took a shaky breath. "-I have this thing..."
'Oh no...' Luke thought. Not this. He couldn't handle another dying person in such a short amount of time. He grabbed Toby's hand, trying not to be uncool and cry. He nodded his head, telling him to continue.
"It's an... Iron deficiency... from what Uncle said..." Toby did his best to keep smiling at Luke. It had only been three years since his mom died. Toby had helped him through that. "That's why I'm... so sleepy all the... time."
Luke took in the information, his emotions ready to jump off the charts of sanity. He gave Toby a scared look as a thought occured.
"Y-You won't die, right?" Toby chuckled as best he could and nodded.
"I'm not going anywhere, Luke."
Luke nodded, then laid down on the bed next to Toby, hugging him. The possibility of losing his best friend still pestered him, despite the confirmation that he wouldn't die.
"You better not."
Toby only chuckled again and patted Luke's head, enjoying the company. He knew Luke would worry over him every second of every day now, but at least he wouldn't question his constant naps.