Stephen's working, she'll be fine, she has to be fine--
--the fear's growing, the fear that he's too late, he was too late and it was his fault because he left her, he left her and he fell asleep and she's just a cat and she's so small, so small lying there on the ground while Stephen worked, and his stomach hurts and his heart's beating too fast and--
She's so frail, lying there in that hospital bed. A personality that was larger than life, faded and diminished by the disease that robbed her of her life. She wasn't supposed to look like this, this wasn't her, she looked scary, and she wanted him to take her hand--
--and he didn't. And she died.
He's so big and strong, he's always been big and strong, tough as anything and ready for a fight, but the cold robbed him of that spark in his eyes, that loud, boistrious soul fading away among the stars, he should be here making fun of him, but instead he's being incinerated, to become one with the stars again, and he's so sorry because maybe if he'd just listened to Gamora it wouldn't have turned out like this--
“You musn’t blame yourselves.” The presence of the Cat was comforting, but the words bounced off the tempest swirling in his heart. “If she had made the slightest sound I would have heard it long before you could. Nothing would be different if you had been awake.”
Talking like this about Blue meant she was gone and it was his fault, it was-
"No." It's just one word, a broken sob, his face crumples, he wants to break something, he wants to break his fists against the wall because that's the least he deserved, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening--
cw self-harm, major character deaths, freezing, cremation
--the fear's growing, the fear that he's too late, he was too late and it was his fault because he left her, he left her and he fell asleep and she's just a cat and she's so small, so small lying there on the ground while Stephen worked, and his stomach hurts and his heart's beating too fast and--
She's so frail, lying there in that hospital bed. A personality that was larger than life, faded and diminished by the disease that robbed her of her life. She wasn't supposed to look like this, this wasn't her, she looked scary, and she wanted him to take her hand--
--and he didn't. And she died.
He's so big and strong, he's always been big and strong, tough as anything and ready for a fight, but the cold robbed him of that spark in his eyes, that loud, boistrious soul fading away among the stars, he should be here making fun of him, but instead he's being incinerated, to become one with the stars again, and he's so sorry because maybe if he'd just listened to Gamora it wouldn't have turned out like this--
“You musn’t blame yourselves.” The presence of the Cat was comforting, but the words bounced off the tempest swirling in his heart. “If she had made the slightest sound I would have heard it long before you could. Nothing would be different if you had been awake.”
Talking like this about Blue meant she was gone and it was his fault, it was-
"No." It's just one word, a broken sob, his face crumples, he wants to break something, he wants to break his fists against the wall because that's the least he deserved, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening--