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receiving telepathic communications from bob

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“I feel stuck. And everyone is moving without me.” /// “All I can think of are those rainy days.” /// “I think the medicine is starting to kick in.”

5.) “I feel stuck. And everyone is moving without me.”

107.) “All I can think of are those rainy days.”

136.) “I think the medicine is starting to kick in.”

The day before an era ended, Miguel was playing cards with Rebadow.

Or rather, he was playing Solitaire by the hospital bed as Bob watched on quietly. The old man didn't say much anymore, practically mute since Busmalis' parole. When he did speak, it was rarely more than a couple words.

In short he was a more sane Giles, down to the heart attack that nearly killed him. When he collapsed in the library, the panic had been intense. But then they found a pulse and since he was nodding and shaking his head and pointing at what card Miguel should play next, the doctors were optimistic.

"You dying, Rebadow?" Miguel asked conversationally. The only question guaranteed a response. The same response. Every time.

"Aren't we all?" the old man rasped and then laughed that laugh that was hardly a laugh at all anymore. Then he tapped a red five that Miguel obediently covered with a black four.

"You scared?"

He shook his head, still smiling. "Ready. Tired."

"...me too."

The smile fell, replaced by morbid curiosity. "You?"

He shrugged. "Beecher and O'Reily are gone. Chico's looney. You're practically gone. No offense."

"None taken."

“I just feel stuck. Everyone's moving without me.” A lump grew in his throat as his eyes began to burn. "Don't wanna be alone here."

Anyone else would've told him to stick it out. That there was no point in complaining. That life in Oz was better than no life at all.

Rebadow knew better. He'd been here, alone, long enough to know how exhausting it was to be terrified all the time. He knew what it was like to look forward to death.

So he grabbed Miguel's wrist and gave it a weak squeeze.

"When it's bad," he said, "remember the sun."

Miguel knew the phrase. Something Sister Pete told the lifers.

'Remember the feeling of the sun warming your skin and you will find yourself at peace.'

He chuckled wryly, throwing the cards on the table. "Yeah well, all I can think of are those rainy days. Starving on the way to Mexico."

And Bob gave a shrug before starting to chuckle too.

"I think the medicine is starting to kick in," he laughed, head falling back on the pillow.

The lump in Miguel's throat grew as he gathered up the cards. "Want me to stay?"

"No," was the response. "You go. Stay safe."

"In Oz?"

They laughed again but the humor was gone.

"Go."

He stood. "You're dying, Rebadow."

"Aren't we all?" The old man patted his hand again. "Thank you."

"Adios, Bob," he said, checking one last time that the monitors were unplugged and there was no remaining trace of the syringe he used before walking off.

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