(Part two)

Roxy was outside of the room, sitting on those uncomfortable hospital chairs that people used to wait for a turn. She was looking at the ground while tears didn't stop falling.

She knew that this day was going to happen sometime. And she thought that she was ready.

She wasn't.

Before she could start blaming herself for being a bad friend she started to hear the sound of music. She had always loved the music of his friend. It was a sound of memories. Of happier times.

But now, she hated it. The sound felt nasty, almost slimy. Like a hand pulling you to the abyss.

Still, out of respect for her friend she kept silent. It was after eight minutes that a note sounded.

This note made her lose herself from the awful trance she was having. And even if she was a little happy about the noticeable mistake, she knew that his friend never miss.

She remembers when ten years ago she started to play the guitar.

She wanted to share something with him. It didn't last long and instead of sharing something fun, she ended up full of frustration. She had asked how he did it. Too never make mistakes while playing.

'A good head to compose music. Good finger to play what is inside the head…of course having my godly ears also help'

After hearing this she beat him up like every time the bastard boasted about his perfect pitch. Even so, she knew that playing such a miss from him was rare. It was a good indication that he couldn't compose the song in his head. "Better to not finish…"

Seeing that he was starting to play again she went to the bathroom to wash her face. This time there was a resolve in her face. 'If you are going to leave me you better do it with a nice song! Bastard!'

C, on the other hand, keep playing. Playing music was what he did when being sad when thinking, when happy, and angry. So, it was normal to see him playing.

Inside his head though he keeps writing the notes of the song for the darkroom. He didn't know what to think about it. Here he was trying to make a song to not feel so awful inside the room. Yet the closer he got the more lonely he felt.

Now that Roxy had left him the feeling was getting heavier. It was funny, that the ugly feeling was what make him finish up the song.

Seeing an almost complete song he started playing again.

He kept playing, ever so slowly. Making the lonely and empty feeling of the room appear again.

This time the keys were being pressed with more conviction. He had it! He was close!

As he kept playing he noted that his fingers were feeling heavy. His breath was slowing down and the room was becoming darker and darker. He didn't care.

This was going to be his last song!

The song continued ever so slowly. It was when C was getting closer to the last note that Roxy enter interrupting him, "NO! That song suck ass!"

The abrupt noise makes him press the wrong key. With it, the room brightens a little and a heavy mouthful of air enter his lungs. C didn't notice the change.

He looked at her with an angry face and exclaimed, "What is your problem!? I almost have it!"

Roxy went closer to him with an angry face, and while poking his bony chest say, "No!"

Seeing his friend so angry and agitated C stopped. He could feel his face relax, making him think why he was so angry. Still, with a tired voice, he asked, "What do you want me to play? Is my last day! At least let me choose how to leave!"

She got angry again, "This is how you choose to leave? I want something happier! I want a song that I can show my children! That I can play at my wedding!"

Hearing her he opened his eyes wide, "Wedding…are you getting married? Why don't you tell me!"

She sat on the chair with a stump and send him a nasty look, "I came here to tell you that! I got proposed yesterday…I accepted"

A small pang appears on his chest, only to quickly leave. He could feel sad about missing her best friend's wedding. But instead, he could give her a gift.

Just like she said. Something to show her children.

The problem was he didn't know what. His head was kind of a mess right now, on one side he wanted to finish the 'Darkroom' song but on the other, giving her Roxy something that make her proud was more important. The problem with these two-sided muses right now was that everything that he could think was sad.

Seeing this he did something that he had never done in his life and asked her, "What song do you want?"

Roxy's eyes grow big with disbelief, "Are you asking me what song I want?... You!?"

He sends her a nasty look, "Yes!"

She look at him with a weird gaze that made him irk a little, but after thinking for a little while she nodded her head, "I want a song about your life. As if you weren't sick...you always play sad songs. Something happy!"

"Eh? A whole song of my life?"

"Yes! What if you never got sick! I want you to remember you like when we were kids!"

Hearing this he chuckle but didn't respond. Instead, he closed his eyes.

It wasn't going to be his first time imagining a different life. But he never put it in a song.

He was the kind of artist that thought that you shouldn't lie to the listener and instead put your real life and feelings on paper. But now that he was going on his last hours he didn't mind about silly things like that. Life philosophies were for the living only, right?

When death those ethics and morals that give him ground as a human wouldn't matter that much.

'People would remember what you left behind' He thought with resolution.

And the idea of giving a better image of himself was nice.

He starts composing the song in his head. The sounds of birds, candy wrappers and laughter were feeling him. Even now and then sad memories appeared, but he imagined his best friend telling stories to her children, about how funny his uncle C was, how good at playing music. Thinking those lies make it easier to squash those sad moments down.

A whole hour passed until he opened his eyes.

Seeing the movement Roxy looked from her phone, "Ready?"

He nodded, "Connect everything"

She send him a beautiful smile, and with quick steps went to the back of the room.

She first grabbed a camera that was connected to a tripod. Then a couple of cables were connected to an audio box. At the end of it, she had a full setup.

Seeing the full Midi, Audio recording and streaming setup makes his bony chest swell in proudness.

All of them had been bought by himself.

He streamed music and has a YouTube account too. Heck, he also worked from the hospital bed as a producer for some great artists.

People outside of the 27 room love his art and he loved playing online for them, there was a big reason that the hospital let him play his music. Playing good music wasn't really good enough.

No, he was a famous artist and with it came perks. It was a pity that he stopped streaming after his body deteriorated so much that he couldn't talk much or even sing.

But this was his last song and wanted it to be recorded.

Roxy connected everything like an expert. And after finishing, she asked him, "Are you sure that you have it? I put on the professional microphones. Don't want your last song to sound like crap"

Just like a gosht that suddenly make itself be seeing the Nurse that had been silent all this while, say, "Roxy do you need help?"

Hearing this Roxy's face warm in pink, "Sorry for ignoring you, Lily...I didn't even say hi"

Lily smiled gently at her and while grabbing her hands say, "Don't worry I know that both of your minds aren't here right now, do you want something to eat or drink?"

"Please Lily, a coffee and something to eat? Leave it outside the door"

After Lily leave the room Roxy looked at C with an annoying face, "You should treat her better!"

"I don't want her to feel sad after I'm gone"

She got closer and kiss his forehead making him relax, "Dumb ass people will get sad, like it or not. Is not your choice. Anyway, Let's start recording!"

Roxy finished connecting the microphones and turn on the stream. She focuses the camera on C and another smaller one towards her.

After a couple of minutes, the channel started to have viewers.

Thirty minutes later they had more than 7.000. She wanted to wait a little more but C destroyed the idea, "I'm getting worst… let's start"

Hearing this she nodded while sniffing out loud. This makes the chat start asking questions.

The viewers could see that C was feeling bad and was paler than normal.

While Roxy had her eyes puffy.

Seeing the chat messages about both or their appearance she decided to deactivate the chat.

"Sorry for the awkward feel!

"C doesn't have much longer…so before leaving he is going to play his last song"

As she was speaking tears started to fall from her eyes.

Seeing C, her best friend, like that and now doing the streaming make her feel the reality of everything.

If she needed to choose she would probably close the stream right now. But C didn't have any family that would visit him or other friends. She knew that the chat was like the family he never had. Even with her wanting to be selfish and wanting to have him for her alone, she couldn't do it.

She took a deep breath and changed the camera into C.

This time she started the stream as they had always done when she was part of it.

"Hello, Music enthusiasts! And Welcome to White Room 27!

"Today we have the last stream of or skinny, whimpering, bony, ugly—"hey!"—C!

"C! What is the name of the new song?"

C closes his eyes for a second and say "Epitaph of the bedridden"

The viewer's number was increasingly raising and was now in the 10,000. A lot of them were really worried about C's health. And after hearing the name of the new song some of the biggest fans started to tear up in sadness.

One viewer, in particular, was inside his room looking at the screen with longing and sadness. Her turmoil was interrupted after an old woman entered the room, "Lucia! You need to order your room and-" The woman stopped speaking after seeing her daughter tearing up while looking at the screen. "Sweetheart, what happened?"

Lucia stop looking at the screen and instead look at her mother with eyes full of hate, making the old woman take a step back, "C is making his last streaming! He is dying! And I never meet him!

"My brother! Is there alone!" While screaming she stands up from the bed and walks towards her mother.

Hearing this the woman's eyes become cold and like a robot say, "You are an only child darling, I don't know who this C is. Now stop being silly a clean your-"

*Slap*

The mother was looking at her daughter with disbelief in her eyes 'Did my daughter slap me!?'.

Seeing again the hate in her daughter's eyes make her take another step back.

"I hate you! Leave me alone! A mother throwing away his son! You are disgusting!"

The mother went out of the room like a robot without saying anything. And with slow steps and still a swollen cheek, she entered her room.

Inside the room, there were pictures of a small girl and her family. A small family of three.

She sits on the bed and opens the last drawer from the bedside table.

She needed to make a lot of strength to open it up as the drawer was stuck, something that came with the lack of use.

Once open, she grabbed a small picture book. Inside there, were pictures of a little kid with his family. The kid looked healthy, with a face full of curiosity.

As the pages passed the baby was growing into messy long hair and tanned kid.

She kept looking at the pictures.

Every page would have a note with the date and a birthday picture at the end.

She went to the end of the book.

The last picture was of 13 years old. He was in a hospital bed. The healthy tan and long messy hair that was normally dirty from adventures and laughter were gone.

Not only does the kid in the picture feel sick but the people around him too. They had sad faces. Like the mourning of a dead person.

The old woman keeps looking at the last picture and mumble, "I'm sorry my son…I just couldn't….sorry *sniff* sorry…sorry" The woman was now crying on top of the picture book.

Meanwhile, inside hospital room 27, a stream was going on.

The skinny kid was looking and slowly speaking at the camera.

After saying his goodbyes to the viewers he felt that his body was slowly losing strength. And decided that it was time to play his last song.

"This is my last song, hope you like it"

C closed his eyes, his fingers started to caress the white keys.

Before pressing he took a deep breath, with it he was bringing the last drop of force that his body could take and a little more.

Roxy looking at C say, "…3…2…1…Action!"