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It'd been a long few weeks for Tobi, but the past several days had felt even longer, each one dragging into the next as Nothing's health seem to deteriorate with every passing hour. Dr. House had told Tobi that whatever treatment they'd tried wasn't working, though he'd used some bigger words than that and Tobi figured that even if he'd spoken them in German, he wouldn't have understood them.
Most of his days had been spent right next to Nothing's bed, taking shifts with Arthur, both of them restless the entire time, waiting for what seemed to be the inevitable.
Though, Tobi still wasn't letting himself think about that. His grandfather had died when he was ten, but his funeral had been the only one that Tobi'd ever gone to. He remembered it, but not very well and, aside from that experience, he had no idea how it felt to lose someone close.
And Nothing... Nothing was different.
At some point in the night, Tobi had actually managed to fall asleep, leaning forward in his chair, half draped over Nothing's bed, his face on Nothing's bony shoulder, warm from the blankets and the slight body heat, Tobi's hand covering the other boy's.
Most of his days had been spent right next to Nothing's bed, taking shifts with Arthur, both of them restless the entire time, waiting for what seemed to be the inevitable.
Though, Tobi still wasn't letting himself think about that. His grandfather had died when he was ten, but his funeral had been the only one that Tobi'd ever gone to. He remembered it, but not very well and, aside from that experience, he had no idea how it felt to lose someone close.
And Nothing... Nothing was different.
At some point in the night, Tobi had actually managed to fall asleep, leaning forward in his chair, half draped over Nothing's bed, his face on Nothing's bony shoulder, warm from the blankets and the slight body heat, Tobi's hand covering the other boy's.