:PewdieCry- PG: Giving Life Away.

Giving Life Away

Seeing your neighbor with the Black plague was hard. Seeing a friend with it, was tough. Seeing a family member with it was painfull. But having it yourself was the most dreadful thing imaginable. The feeling Cry got when he realized he had it, was indescribable. How can you describe the feeling you get when you know you're going to die?

The worst part was he would die alone. His friends and family had all died from The Black Death. Even his neighbors had left town to try escaping it's evil cluthches. And that's why when his fever and fatigue turned into aches and his fingers and toes turned black, he knew what was coming.

Even the strongest man is to be scared of death. As was Cry. He found himself covering his hands and feet before making the few miles trek to the nearest doctor's station. Half way their, the fatigue got a hold of him and he sat down to rest on a small hill.

A few hours later, he was being roughly shaken awake.

"Are you okay, sir?" A blonde man asked as he looked down at him. The man had bright blue eyes, the brightest he had ever seen.

"They're so bright" He mumbled. The handsome man gave him a strange look.

"Are you delusional with The Death?" The man asked, giving him a strange look. Cry remembered what he had been doing post-nap. He was going to find a doctor. Now that he looked closely, the blonde man was plaid in doctors clothes, he even had a bag of tools with him.

"I believe so, sir, might you be able to help me?" He asked hopefully. The man smiled, but the smile looked sad. Such a sad face didn't belong on his sweet face.

"There is no cure to The Death, my brother, I've seen many go who had this awefull plague. I soon will go. Treating the sick ones has not ended me on the giving end of the illness. All I might do, is ask if I may stay with you as The Reaper takes us."

Why not? Cry thought to himself. Dying with a stranger is better then dying alone. The doctor's house was only a mile or so away, and soon they were both warm at the man's home.

"I never asked you your man" Cry stated, looking at the taller man.
"Call me Felix, and you are?" He inquired
"Cry"
"What a strange name.. I like it"

From then on, Felix and Cry never left Felix's house. He had just enough meat to last them a month, and enough in the garden for many months. But they didn't need it. Within a week and a half, the men lost their appetites. They forced themselves to eat every night at first, but after continuesly throwing it right back up, they gave up and lived on pieces of bread, the only thing they could keep down.

Felix stayed in a room upstairs all day, while Cry would stare out at nothing, or clean things that didn't need cleaning. He knew not what Felix did in his room, but did not dare ask. One day, felix came running down the stairs with a jar in hand.

"I think I've done it!" The Swedish man said excitedly, as some of the brown-ish sludge splashed on the wooden floor.

"Done what?" The brown sludge smelt as though it was taken from the out-house. And looked as if it might of been.

"I've found a way to bring The Death to a hualt." Excitedly, Felix brought the stinking jar to him. By now, they were both covered in strange black nodules. Their body frames had shrunk from lack of food, and their skin was becoming whiter. But right now, Felix's skin held a soft pinkness to it as it did when Cry had met him.

"I took the main ingredients of medicines we use to cure other illness' and combined them, and then tried them on myself. I drank some and rubbed the mixture on my skin and look!" He held out his arm, where there had been black nodules before, he now had small pink bubbles. "They've shrunk! Even my appetite is returning. I think with this, we could save ourselves, and others!" Felix seemed so happy, though Cry didn't know if he believed it. Whether the medicine really worked or not, he wanted to believe it did.

Felix unexpectedly threw his arms around Cry, hugging him tightly. Cry found himself crying on the man's shoulder. He had excepted the fact he was going to die, and every night when he slept he knew he might not wake up. Now, he might have the chance to keep living his pathetic life.

Felix said that he was out of the ingredients he used for the medicine, and would have to go to town to get them. Sense he had already taken some, he told Cry to drink most of it, while rubbing some on his skin as well, and he would wait for the next batch. Cry did as he was told, not thinking it over.

The next day, a heavy thunderstorm rolled in and Felix had to postpon his trip. But the storm turned out to be very persistent and didn't let up for a week. For that week, Cry's nodules shrunk into nothing except small pink scars, and he could again feel his toes and fingers. His skin came back to life, and his appetite returned 10-fold.

But Felix started regressing. His nodules returned, bigger this time, and his skin looked thin as paper. The night the storm finally ended, Felix couldn't get out of bed. Cry sat at his side.

"Don't die Felix, do not die, we've made it this far and we can live on! With your medicine we can cure The Death!" Cry shouted at the weak blonde. He didn't mean to shout, but he couldn't stand to lose the only person he had left. Couldn't fathom the idea of losing someone he loved once again.

Loved, he loved Felix, and refused to lose him.
"What are the ingredients? I'll go to town first thing and get them, and then you can instruct me on how to mix them."

With what strength he had left, Felix explained what the medicine needed, how to mix them, and how to administate them. Cry wrote down every step, verbatim. Not wanting to forget anything. Felix smiled at Cry as he soaked up the use of each herb, learning most of the things in mere hours that he learned in his 10 years of being a doctor.

"Cry, will you do me a favor?" Felix asked as his eyes began to wane after talking with Cry of how they would cure everyone and live in the Queen's castle as her personal doctor's. "Will you sleep here with me tonight, in my bed. The storm left a chill and I much rather not leave the fire going."

Cry agreed and put out the fire before climing under Felix's animal skin blankets. They lay in silence for a while before Felix took a hold of Cry's hand and began to speak, his voice weak and constantly interupted by his sneezing.

"Cry, I'm not going to live long enough for you to fetch the medicine. I want not my death to plague you, let it be fuel to your flame to share the cure with others. Live for me instead, you have the potential to be a brilliant doctor, maybe even the Queen's aid. Keep me in your heart, Cry, as I will keep you in mine."

His words sank in, slowly, Cry didn't want to believe it, denied it was possible for God to take another person from him.

"You will not die, friend, save your strength. I will run to town if I have to. But we will stay together. I love you, Felix."

The next morning, Felix's skin was as cold as the ice that had frozen the world outside. He must of slipped from the living world as they slept. Cry looked at his lifeless body for too long, waiting for the porcelin face, peaceful and still, to break into Felix's broad smile. The moment never came.

He took his time going to town, there was no rush now. By nightfall he had a new batch mixed up for himself, and at least 5 other jars. There was no pain, as he felt with everyone else he lost, no overwhelming feeling of lost. There was only a void, where his heart had been. Actually, his whole chest cavity felt hollow, and he felt nothing. He didn't think, didn't try to make it hurt. He prefered the emptyness.

Cry took his list of ingredients and jars of medicine to the doctor's station that Felix had worked out. He told them how he came about finding the cure, and told them if they were to name the medicine, to name it after it's creator. And then he went home.

Not his home, but the place he had made his home with Felix. Felix's house sat not far from a lake, and he buried Felix near it, under a great oak that Felix once told him he loved. Everyday he went to Felix's grave and told him every aspect of his day, of his new job as a doctor's assistent. How he drank the awefull brown sludge daily to keep him from getting The Plague again.

And every night, when he lay in bed, windows cracked enough to let in a whisper of air, he would feel the safe, caring presence of Felix watching over him, as he had done many nights. And never did he forget the man who gave him a second chance. The man he called his Guardian Angel.