Chapter 5: Leonardo-Fragile

Plus ten years

He could heard it, the soft sobs beside his bed.

The soft beeping of the machines keeping him alive, the terror of knowing he couldn't afford this type of care.

He felt it, a gentle grip on his damaged hand, the motion of the individual's body shaking from the weeping.

He smelled it, the sent of antibacterial, of cleaning supplies, of debt.

He tasted it, the bitterly clean taste of the plastic tube in his throat.

He knew he couldn't see it, the bandages covered his face.

It wouldn't matter though.

He was already too fragile before the attack.

He had already been dieing.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long I've been crazy busy.