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Everything hurt.
His bones ached, his blood felt slow, his head throbbed and the bite in his neck screamed with sharp pain. Andy didn't complain though. He wasn't about to let his boyfriend know that he was uncomfortable.
Speaking of which, you was in the kitchen, making hot chocolate to try and soothe Andy while desperately attempting to find a way to stop the infection. Andy knows it's hopeless but he doesn't want to make this harder for you.
He lays on the couch they spent hours picking out in silence. It's a soft red with heart pillows on it, Andy and you had been so fucking happy when they found it. All Andy can think about is that this is going to be one of his last times laying on it. One of his last times in the apartment he bought with the love of his life a few months ago so they could start their lives.
Not to mention, it's their five year anniversary. And Valentine's day. Andy closes his eyes tightly as he feels the first tear fall down his face. "Fuck." He mutters, sniffling slightly as he tries to pull himself together but it's hard. All the dreams, discussions, plans and ideas that they had planned for their future...
They were as dead as Andy would soon be.
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