[In the evening, Curt gets a text]
I know you won’t see this, and I know it’s useless to send to you, but it feels like I’m able to actually say last words to you, so I’m doing it anyway.
I don’t know what happened, all I know is that you died some time after I texted you last. Probably before I updated you on Owen. Maybe I should have been worried about that. Maybe if I had tried to check on you, you would have been dying but not dead yet and I could have helped or something.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you better. And I’m sorry we started off rockily. And I’m sorry you grew up in a world where you weren’t accepted for the wonderful person that you are. The full person.
I’m worried about Owen. I haven’t heard from him since this morning, and he already wasn’t doing well. I’ll try to keep him from doing anything rash if I find him. I think you’d appreciate that.
I promised him you wouldn’t leave him, and I know it wasn’t your choice, but it feels like you just left him again. I don’t know how he’ll handle that.
I hope that wherever you are now, if you’re anywhere at all, you’re able to watch out for him in your own way. God knows you both need it.
The bugs won’t let me die. I keep telling you all this but none of you seem to believe it. They won’t let me die John. This is the second time they have brought me back and it won’t be the last.
Thank you though. This is very sweet of you to send.
For what happened? I don’t fully know or remember. I remember Wilbur coming over to help me then him insisting on me getting my bugs removed then I felt really tired and when I woke up I had three bullet wounds in my chest and Wilbur was running away. I think something happened in between but I don’t know.
All I know is when I woke up I was back in the morgue, this time in the middle of the operation. I’ll spare you the details.
I just want to forget about all this and be in Owen’s arms. I also don’t know where he is or anything though and just now got my phone back. I’m never leaving him alone again when I find him, he’s gonna get so annoyed because I will be stuck to him like super glue.
In the meantime do you want to go get drunk? Honestly I both want to forget this and it feels like it could be a good bonding moment.
Also full warning I look like a fucking zombie so ya know…