"I'm stuck, in my room, most of the day, because it hurts to even walk, when I don't have my meds." His grip on his waist tightened slightly. "L-Like now." Triton slurred out, as he squeezed his eyes shut. "You're the only good thing I have going for me. I lost hope..but the Doc said, two more chemo sessions, and I'm okay, for another fifteen years..or even more." He murmured with a slight smile.












