"But will you?"
His hand came up to rest on a once
Strong
Solid
And useful shoulder
That is now slumped and slackened.
To tired to even shrug off the hand that represented
Atlas' weight, he could only muster a groan and a whispered
Curse.
A healing light started to engulf him
But it doesn't hold the comfort it once did. It angers him.
he wants to yell and shove the appendage away, but
he is much too weak so instead a single tear falls
and lands on the floor.
Without removing the hand, the motel bed dips with an added weight.
"He said yes today"
"I know"