Meningitis.
Her phone rings. It's the hospital he's confined to.
"Hello?"
"Ramira Thomas?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but, the meningitis patient in Suite 6490? The one you've been seeing a lot?"
"Yes?"
"He died this morning." Her eyes fill with hot tears, and her voice cracks as she says,
"How did it happen?"
"He had meningitis. It was going to happen sooner or later. I thought you knew he was terminal..."
"I did, but he was doing fine!"
"I'm sorry. Some things can't be reversed. Death is one of them."
"But-"
"Take care." Her roommate walks into the room.
"Hey, you want Chinese tonight? I'm not so sure- You're crying, what happened?"
"Lucian died."
"Oh, shit."
"My life is over."
"Oh, come on! You're sobbing your eyes out over some guy-"
"You're really supportive..."
"Just find another one! Guys are like throwaway cameras! One dies, you get a new one!"
"It's not the same with Lucian."
"I still don't see what was so great about that guy."
"IF RILEY DIED YOU'D FEEL THE SAME WAY!"
"On the topic of Riley, we're going out tomorrow."
"I don't care. Don't you get it? Lucian died!"
"You said that already."