"No..."
"But..But, I love you..you-you can't just..die on me.."
"Mm...tired...."
He looked Down at him and kissed his cheek.
"I love you.."
"Mhm.."
He looked dow, moved his hand and grabbed a chair. He brung it to Keane's hospital bed and sat there and watched him.
"Do I have to go to..a psych ward.."
"I mean..your feeling suicidal..so yes..you probably do.."
"...I don't wanna..."
"Then..here..let's see...what makes you happy..?"
