He came to the door-Keith almost wanted to scream. The dark circles under his eyes had gotten worse-he wasn't wearing his usual baggy sweater-Keith could count his ribs poking out-he was just skin and bones.
He nodded and pulled the jacket tighter around himself, coughing into his hand and hacking up buds. He wasn't hacking up as many petals anymore-these were flower buds. Close to blooming.
