Fifteen days later.
"Good," Kevin commented on his feet making Fian roll his eyes lazily. "Yeah good."
"Five months you can walk, then you die," Fian said that making Kevin chuckle a little hearing it. "Why do you trust doctors so much, Fian?"
"Nothing is the same," he said again, responding to Kevin when actually what he was feeling was fun, Fian's base was an incredibly cruel thing in his head. "What's the same?"
"You think that as the days go by, the more time goes by, death won't come?"
"Stupid!!"
"Nothing else either." Fiam rolled his eyes lazily and glanced at Kevin. "Are you laughing because it hurts or something?" This time Fian deliberately asked Kevin because this time the man could not compare the pain that Fian felt for Kevin which was too mysterious for him to understand himself.
"Hold my hand. I want to sit down." This time Kevin asked Fian for help to help him sit up, and there Fian followed what Kevin told him. "Okay."
