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It took him a little while to realize that he was dying. Ghoul ignored the headaches and the dizziness, brushed off the vomiting, but the purple splotches on his abdomen were only getting worse. He had to accept that he was bleeding internally. He had to tell Party.
Party was sitting in a booth in the front of the diner, drawing; face scrunched in concentration. Ghoul thought he looked beautiful.
Ghoul sat down in the booth across from Party. Party didn’t look up, but said “Are you feeling any better? Seems like you had a nasty flu or something”
He had noticed Ghoul’s symptoms.
“I’m dying”, Ghoul said, softly.
Party, annoyed, still didn’t look up or stop drawing. “Yeah, that’s not funny” he said.
Ghoul stood up and lifted his shirt. Party finally looked away from his paper and stared at Ghoul’s chest.
“No” he almost sobbed. “No, no, no, no. Wait, there’s gotta be-”
“Party, there’s nothing.” Ghoul said.
Party stood up and gently pulled Ghoul towards him. They held each other and started to cry.