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    Eli sat back and gripped his shoulder, "It does." He voice sounded weird, like he was there but wasn't. Both eyes were pure white, "If I lose you I can't fucking take it anymore, I'm already dying like this, I dont want you to. I will let you stay in our bed, I just can't lose anyone else...." His hair was slowly fading a dark grey and Monroe looked devastated

    Viper wrapped Eli in a tight hug, his glasses crooked on his face. "I will stay alive for you." He whispered. "But I cannot stay in the Mafia." He murmured, looking up at Eli.

    "That's fine, you want to come with me while I try and fix Eli? He uh......he currently Broken." Monroe said in a confused and hesitant tone, "Its going to take a lot...."

    Viper took a deep breath and stood up. "I'll help the best I can." He whispered, sighing softly as he wrapped Eli in a hug. "Maybe you could take a look at Maxine too? Just... Be careful of the chair throwing thing." He murmured, looking up at Monroe. His glasses still were crooked on his face.

    No more crouch and took his goggles off, the black sockets were dripping with ink, "You will do fine. It is just tumors and a few cancerous spots. His bones are brittle now, so it will be easy. And I will look at Max, I fixed worse then messed up legs before." He smiked and ruffled the other's white hair with a smile as Eli clung to Viper

    Viper gave a weak smile back to show off his sharp teeth, picking Eli up in his arms. "She's... More mental than physical. I dunno if you can fix that." He murmured, shrugging. He cradled Eli close, feeling bad for him.

    Monroe nodded and stood up, "When I get Eli back to a somewhat alright state I'll come back. Right now keeping that one from dying it more important to me." He led Viper from the house as Eli got even colder, -30°, Monroe had to carry him

    "How will you help him." Viper asked, loyally trotting after the much taller male. He had to run to keep up with him. He was barely 4" 7'.

    Monroe noticed the other's panting and picked him up in the other arm, "We have to remove the tumors and cancer first, then I sodder the Maks of Emotion to his face and its up to him from there."

    The little Frenchie yelped, clinging to Monroe when he was picked up. He blushed, mostly from embarrassment. "S-sorry... Short person problems."

    "I hit my head on everything, tall person problems." He chuckled lightly as they came to the woods and he walked in. He soon came to a trap door and set Viper down be for openeing the large door and going in with Eli, "Come, is friendly place." He called up

    Monroe laughed before setting Eli down on top of a blue fire and the albino sighed when Monroe walked away and came back with a flat and pure white mask that had no features but holes for eyes

    "To help Eli. He can't see his own face while he's like this, it'd make him worse. So I put this on and everyday I'd draw on it and he'd laugh like a small child." Monroe chuckled and then his smile faltered slightly. He strapped it on and a mouth formed and the eyes closed, making it Eli's temporary face

    "It doesn't change who he is, but it will make him better. And if she still loves him after this is up to her." He shrugged as the fire went out but seemed to fade into the dark holes that were Eli's eyes, "C'mon, lets go find the sharpies." He said with a small chuckle

    Viper smiled a little and followed after him. He was quiet for a long while. "Would people really miss me if I died? I'm sorry about all the questions." He mumbled.

    "Well of course they would. Even if you don't think so they will. They always will." He said quietly the chuckled, finding the old box of supplies, "Are you good at painting?" He said as he stood up

    Viper shrugged. "Ben is really good at drawing. He taught me some." He offered, giving Monroe a smile. "My grandparents always told me that I was just a gay disgrace and no one would miss me if I just killed myself. I kind of still believe them."