"It's called the Thorns of Death."
Eric felt like he'd been hit over the head with Grell's deathscythe. "...The what?"
"Thorns of Death." Alan said softly, not meeting Eric's eyes. He'd never looked so small. "I'm going to die, Eric. There's no cure."
This was probably how it felt to swallow liquid nitrogen. "But...we're immortal," the blonde protested weakly, not wanting to believe it. "Y'can't die. That's ridiculous."
"But I'm going to," the younger countered, finally turning his eyes to Eric, who felt all the worse for seeing the tears there. He said nothing else, only took a deep breath, but his hands were white-knuckled fists in the blankets of the hospital bed. How Alan was handling his own inevitable end better than his partner could was a mystery, but the brunette managed a tight, serene smile.
Meanwhile, Eric was shaking. It had been certain - something he'd always taken for granted - that Alan would always be there. He'd never lost someone before. He'd never had to deal with death outside the mortal realm. This was...wrong.
And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. The inevitability of Alan's death was as certain as any of the other deaths on his list.
Unless...
Aaaand we all know where it goes from there. This is sortof a continuation from 'unbreakable'. Hey, y'all wanted sad!
Also, it's my 18th birthday today. ^^