[Kel's voice barely makes sound, mouth open. Confusion is rapidly taken over, hopeless as it is, muted by grief. Sunny is still wrapped in his arms. Kel stares at his friend.]
Basil, I'm sorry. Y-you shouldn't have to see this.
[He doesn't want to leave Sunny, but...they have to at some point, don't they? They can't just stay here. Kel cringes, squeezing the boy's body tightly against him. It...feels...like a body.
[He releases, lays it back down in the bed and starts to stand up. His knees knock together.]
I-I just have to go next door...I-I'll call 911.
Basil...
Y-you should come too. [Kel takes a shaking breath. It's shallow.] There's...nothing we can do for him now.
[He’s not his to mourn. Kel leaves him. Everyone leaves him. He gave up, is the problem; the way he just wants to lie down and lie to rest and lie and lie and lie and lie and lie until the rest is a blur, until he can’t wake up again.
[Basil looks at the body. It will be okay. Sunny will understand. He won’t leave him. He wouldn’t do that. Someone else can call. It won’t matter.
[He thinks he could take a blade and plunge it through skin slice veins like tangled roots spill blood onto bed onto carpet onto a floor they used to share dig deeper down the stairs drag the entrails step, step loop around the tree and knot up his gut and watch, watch as it ends, watch as the world sways until it finally stops moving and he—
[What did he say? Why is he still here?
[Basil’s fingers curl and shake. He eyes the nightstand for something sharp. It’s not there. Does Kel have it?
[He doesn’t move. And he listens. He doesn’t have a choice.]
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[He needs help. He’s never wanted help. He’d take it from his best friend. Kel’s not his best friend. He needs help. He’s never wanted…
[They won’t be alone long. Kel says we, like there’s ever been a "we," but she’ll find out and—
[Sunny will understand.
[He promised.]
Kel. [Shivering. Insistent. Everything will be okay.] Help.
Go away.
[Something sharp is still in the room.]
LIKE I'M AFRAID
Basil...
[Kel's voice barely makes sound, mouth open. Confusion is rapidly taken over, hopeless as it is, muted by grief. Sunny is still wrapped in his arms. Kel stares at his friend.]
Basil, I'm sorry. Y-you shouldn't have to see this.
[He doesn't want to leave Sunny, but...they have to at some point, don't they? They can't just stay here. Kel cringes, squeezing the boy's body tightly against him. It...feels...like a body.
[He releases, lays it back down in the bed and starts to stand up. His knees knock together.]
I-I just have to go next door...I-I'll call 911.
Basil...
Y-you should come too. [Kel takes a shaking breath. It's shallow.] There's...nothing we can do for him now.
HE’S JUST BEIN’ A PAL (cw: gory/graphic thoughts)
[He’s not his to mourn. Kel leaves him. Everyone leaves him. He gave up, is the problem; the way he just wants to lie down and lie to rest and lie and lie and lie and lie and lie until the rest is a blur, until he can’t wake up again.
[Basil looks at the body. It will be okay. Sunny will understand. He won’t leave him. He wouldn’t do that. Someone else can call. It won’t matter.
[He thinks he could take a blade and plunge it through skin slice veins like tangled roots spill blood onto bed onto carpet onto a floor they used to share dig deeper down the stairs drag the entrails step, step loop around the tree and knot up his gut and watch, watch as it ends, watch as the world sways until it finally stops moving and he—
[What did he say? Why is he still here?
[Basil’s fingers curl and shake. He eyes the nightstand for something sharp. It’s not there. Does Kel have it?
[He doesn’t move. And he listens. He doesn’t have a choice.]
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[Basil doesn't move. Basil doesn't speak. The knife is still on the floor.]
Ba...sil?
C...c'mon...