[ He's too busy feeling like shit to be mad at her. He should have just ignored her, or called Hank... fuck. He wheezes and turns to Hank, burying his face in his chest. (He can't even appreciate how good he looks today.) ]
I-I don't... know how much longer I'm gonna have.
[ He's trembling. His lips are pale and ashy, almost black, and vein-y marbling is staring to appear on his face. Suddenly, his phone rings in his back pocket but he's in no state to reach for it. ]
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I-I don't... know how much longer I'm gonna have.
[ He's trembling. His lips are pale and ashy, almost black, and vein-y marbling is staring to appear on his face. Suddenly, his phone rings in his back pocket but he's in no state to reach for it. ]