My Ill Friend
I wake up at the same time as my friend. I always wake up with him. We’re linked together and I love him. He is my only friend. Today, though, something is different about him. The first words he utters are: “What the…”. He is very scared and confused. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong…
He is weird the whole day. I, of course, walk with him all the time, that’s how we always do it. But he generally avoids other people. I try to lighten his mood up and encourage him to talk to people. I like other people. I would love to make more friends.
My friend wants to go to the doctor. I try to persuade him to change his mind, I don’t like doctors much. But he insists, repeating that there is something wrong with him and that he can’t see colours. I’m not really sure what he means by “colours”, but he is really troubled, so I agree to go to the doctor with him.
The doctor is an unsettling man. I don’t like him. He didn’t even notice me. My friend sits across the table from the doctor and I sit with him. He starts explaining his problem to the doctor. The doctor nods and then thinks for a second.
“The symptoms you describe seem to point to a brain parasite. We’ll have to perform a swift surgery, before the parasite completely takes over.” I’m terrified. They are going to do surgery on my friend! What if something happens to him? I try to tell him to disagree, but he doesn’t listen.
A mage puts him to sleep with magic. I almost fall asleep too, but I hold on and stay awake. I have to be sure anything doesn’t happen to him. The doctor cuts his head open. He reaches in and I feel pain, the strongest I ever felt. He pulls his hand out. I am, for the first time in my life, separated from my friend.