COUGHS wrack his thin frame as he sits amongst soiled tissues. bed ridden. except this provides little comfort. it's a prison. punishment for sneaking out in the rain the night before. & the night before then. searching. for someone who should of come home a few days ago but didn't. another cough leaving him gasping. bill's worsening. could care less. " puh-please wyn i'm f-fine ." watery blue hues plead. it's not tears, it's the cold. at least that is what he thinks. " let m-me g-g-go out t-t-too ."
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