*Barrel's POV*
As I stroked Mayo's back, and let him know everything would be okay, I could feel a strange sensation deep within my chest. It was as though my heart was changing...from bad to good...from barrel to bro...
I closed my eyes, and listened carefully to my beating heart. It was telling me I had to continue on with the BarrelArmy. Who else would be their emperor? And the BarrelArmy was where I belonged...my name ain't Barrel for nothing! But at the same exact time, I didn't care. I wanted...no...needed to change my ways and become a bro. All of my emotions, the good and bad, rested on my heart, causing my chest to ache.
Mayo peered up at me. "Barrel are you alright?," he asked sweetly. I breathed out. "Yeah," I sighed. "Just ain't feelin' too good." Mayo lead me by the shoulders over to a chair, and sat me down. Gently, he felt my forehead, then my cheeks. "Well, you do feel slightly warm," he said, glancing up at the clock. "Why don't you rest a little bit? It's only 8:30am, and that's very early for you. Sleep just a little bit more, and wake up in a little while." I nodded.
Mayo went upstairs to reunite with Gonzales, who was reading a book when I woke up. I closed my eyes, and dropped my head, letting my shoulders roll forward, and my spine bend into a slouch. I fell asleep, thinking about what it would be like to be...not a barrel.