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"Gavin? What's wrong sweetie?"
Silence.
"Gavin?"
Footsteps.
"Hey! What's up assholes?!?"
"Something is wrong with Gavin."
"Gavin?"
Hands on shoulder.
"Gavin? What's going on buddy?"
Nothing.
"Gavy?"
Gently shakes shoulder.
"Hey boi?"
....
"What's wrong with him?"
A sigh.
"I don't know. He was like this when I got home."
"Dude... your freaking us out."
"Gavin."
Footsteps stop right in front of him.
"Gavin. What's wrong?"
Nothing.
"Are you hurt?"
Slowly and silently, he shakes his head no.
"Gavin. Please tell us what's wrong."
Silence
“Guys? What are we gonna do? Should we take him to the hospital?”
“I don’t know! Is he having stroke?”
“I’ll go get the car ready.”
Everyone started running around, trying to get things ready for the trip and get Gavin comfortable.
But Gavin just sat there, starting into the abyss.