Letters to mom

(This letter is written on hospital stationary with an unsteady script)

He got hurt. Really bad.

That idiot ran into a burning building to save some kid. Right now, they have him hooked to machines to help him breath and they don’t know if he’ll ever wake up. I’m by his side and I’ll stay until he wakes up or until the end.

Mom, why do good people always suffer the most? I mean, he defends Scoots, then he saves some kid, and he’s a nice guy. He’s one of the few genuinely nice people I’ve meet.

Mom, you know I don’t pray. I never pray. I never prayed when Nana was in the hospital. I didn’t pray when we faced that dragon. I didn’t even pray when I was up against Discord. But last night, I prayed for him.

Dash