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"You won't be able to live long like this."
The doctor speaks but he kept his head down, fearing whatever reaction the young man in front of him will throw at him.
"What?"
Lloyd couldn't believe his ears, earlier that day he has been feeling funny, his appetite is practically non existent and he couldn't even stomach a single drop of alcohol before throwing it all back up.
"Explain!"
Llyod demanded, his voice fast riddled with panic.
The doctor twitched before he finally opened his mouth.
"It's... It's the sickness of the mind."
The doctor gulped.
"You are slowly killing yourself, with the way you are living now."
The hesitant Doctor finally dared himself to look at the younger man that is sitting across from him.
"When was the last time you laughed?"
Lloyd twitched.
"Hugged? Or even just share a good drink with a friend?"
Lloyd suddenly feels cold.
"What's your point?"
"Humans, we are social creatures. We need to socialise and interact with others daily, we can't really isolate ourselves for too long and expect 0 consequence to go with it."
The doctor looks at the shrinking man in front of him with a shred of pity. He knows the man from rumours that spread all about the fiefdom, a tyrannical young master, a complete hooligan, someone that everyone in the fiefdom completely avoid out of fear and necessity. His isolation.. it's really isn't a surprise.
Lloyd gritted his teeth.
"So that's it? I am just lonely?"
He talked fast, sounding angry but its obvious that he is fighting back tears.
"Yes, to the extreme."
The doctor replied, he tried to fight the heavy mood that have form in his office.
"With the way you are living now, it wouldn't be a surprise to hear the bell toll by the time fall arrives."
CLATTER
The chair that Llyod had just sit on fall on the ground.
"LIKE HELL THAT'S POSSIBLE, WHAT KIND OF LOSER DIES FROM LONELINESS??"
Lloyd slammed the table.
"But please, Young Master, I am talking to you as a doctor to a patient."
The doctor panicked, but he couldn't blame him, who in their right mind would receive such diagnosis and take it with stride?
"You really wouldn't be able to live long if you keep on isolating yourself, you need to socialise, you need a FRIEND."
Llyod flinched, it's official he had just been diagnosed by a freaking DOCTOR to find a friend, this is utterly humiliating.
"QUACK! You are a QUACK DOCTOR!!!"
Llyod storms out of the office huffing and puffing along the way.
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"..."
His chest hurts, he rested himself somewhere on a random tree, the diagnosis still rings on his ear.
"A friend.."
Like hell I can find one in this god forsaken Barony!!!
His body slowly slides down the tree, now he is sitting underneath it, he isn't that far from the office he had just ran out off, yet he feels as if he had just ran a marathon.
Fuck... I really am going to die.
Llyod folded his leg and hugged it close into his chest.
"Cold..."
It's spring, the season of life, and yet, here he is, dying, and worst of all it's out of something so ridiculous.
"Fuck..."
Llyod gritted his teeth, it cackled uncontrollably.
He doesn't have the energy to stop it, his tears begin to flow, ugly sobbing.
"Fuck."