12/20/21
3:00 am (present tense)
It's five days until Christmas. I didn't sleep last night. Bulbasaur isn't waking up. He still has a pulse. The doctors say they don't have hope but I fucking do. I have hope he'll live. I fucking love him and I am not going to let him die. I will stay by him no matter how much sleep I lose. I'm going to tell him how much I love him when he wakes up. Tepig isn't here right now. I'm hugging his arm right now while writing this, and updating Tepig on my phone. I've been holding his arm for awhile now, it's comfortable like this. It doesn't matter how many cuts he has on it, I'll still keep ahold of his arm for as long as he's not awake.
-Cyndaquil
