Chapter 497 He Just Wants Him to Die

I cradled Idris’ hand against my cheek, holding back tears. I could not bear the thought of making him worry. He tried to speak, his lips a pale shadow of their usual color and his voice rough as sandpaper. "How have you been these last few days?" I nodded, forcing a smile while he fought through his discomfort. "I'm all good, totally unscathed. But you look like you've been through the wringer." He gave a feeble attempt at a smile, but it was twisted, probably from the relentless pain he had been enduring. It hurt to see him like this, and I blurted out, "Idris, you can be such a dumb*ss. How did you let this happen to yourself?" Despite everything, he managed a weak grin and agreed, "Yeah, I'm a dumb*ss." Oh, this guy... We talked for a bit, but he was so frail. Soon enough, he drifted back to sleep, his hand and body occasionally jerking with involuntary spasms. Awake, he seemed to be fighting these spasms, trying to keep them under control, but it was clearly out of his hand