I was dying. I knew from the moment that Ross untied me from the chair and pulled my arm over his shoulder that I wouldn’t be recovering from this one. Then strange thing was—I was okay with that. I’d lived a long life—I’d done a lot more than I ever thought I would—and dying now wouldn’t mean the end of the world anymore—literally.
The only reason I was saddened by my impending death was River. And to some degree David—but to be honest, it was mostly River. She was a strong girl—and I knew she could take care of herself—but she’d be so sad to see me go. So heartbroken. And I hated that I had to leave her.
But she did have David now. And he was worth something. Really, he was worth a lot. I had to tell her that he was worth an awful lot to all of us. David was a good man. I was a happy man to know that they would look after each other when I was gone. With the two of them reunited, I wasn’t her only friend anymore. That had to count for something.
But I still had a little time left. And that meant I would dedicate what time I could to River, to leave her with the very best I could manage for her, and help her come to the ease of my death the way I had. Hopefully to keep her from doing anything too terribly rash when I was gone. But then again, this was River we were talking about—So I don’t know what I was really expecting? I but I think she took it well—as well as anyone can take the death of a friend anyway.
Still, its out of my hands now. David has to take it from here.