"Can we take him home?" Amanda asked. The doctor nodded and Amanda carefully picked up Carson and carried him to the car. I could barely look at him when I myself got in.
"I'm sorry." he said.
I looked over at him. He was crying also. I layed down next to him with my head rested next to his.
"It's okay pal, we'll show em you can beat this." I said, trying to convince myself he would live.
The ride home was very quiet. Nor Amanda or Carson and I talked. When we did get home,
Amanda layed him down in his bed and I curled up next to him.
"Ari, go play, go do something. Don't stay here with me, I'll be okay." he said.
"No I'm fine. You stayed with me when I was sick, I'm staying with you. I don't care how long this takes." I said. "Wait."
I ran out into the living room and grabbed my favorite stuffie. I brought it back and layed it down by his paws.
"Here you have this." I said.
"Ari! It's your favorite!" Carson told me.
"Carson, you gave me your favorite when I was here. Here's mine." I said.