She may not have meant the venom in her words, but Billy feels it. It stings, if only because it feels like its his fault he's dead and she's not. The blue eyes darken and he shoves the pill into her outstretched hand.
It's not like he wants to die. Billy wanted to fix what he had done and save the others. Death just happened to be part of that process. There's no way for him to stop it.
"Whatever," he bites out rudely.
Once she has the pill, he snatches the pillow and snags his Walkman before laying down on the floor. Thankfully it's not too cold because of the fire and he pulls the crinkly blanket over him. Billy's tired. Crying, feeling angry, and all of the pent up aggression just wore him out quicker than he figured it would. He hates it, but there's nothing to do about it until after the storm in the morning.
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It's not like he wants to die. Billy wanted to fix what he had done and save the others. Death just happened to be part of that process. There's no way for him to stop it.
"Whatever," he bites out rudely.
Once she has the pill, he snatches the pillow and snags his Walkman before laying down on the floor. Thankfully it's not too cold because of the fire and he pulls the crinkly blanket over him. Billy's tired. Crying, feeling angry, and all of the pent up aggression just wore him out quicker than he figured it would. He hates it, but there's nothing to do about it until after the storm in the morning.
"Night."