(pretend this is from askvenomswapthaniyel)
"...Brad...? Is that....?
Oh... o-oh goodness..! No- Brad! BRAD! My little boy! What's happened to you?!"
He wheels over as fast as he can, before stumbling out of the chair to gently, oh so gently, bring the wounded young man into his arms.
"It's alright... it's alright, it's going to be okay. I'm here. I'm here, Brad... my sweet boy..."
"I'm here... I'm here... I'm here..."
As Brad felt his (?) father pick him up he felt the lump in his throat growing; but whoever this was.It didn't matter to him anymore; this was the closest thing he had at this point, it would have to do...
"D4d...?Wh47...4r3 y0u d01n6 h3r3?"
That was all he could force out before he went into a coughing fit mixed with blood and foliage and even in his state of delirium he knew this wasn't looking good...not good at all.
"Y0u 5h0uld b3 1n 7ur170pul15, y0ur c171z3n5 571ll n33d y0u..."
He was slowly feeling his vision blurring and fading once again, everything was spinning; he knew he was likely dying and apart of him was scared; he was always afraid of the darkness...But now being held by him for the last time..it didn't sound as scary, maybe he would just rest his eyes for a while...












