[Dion looks across the space between the two beds, which feels expansive. Too far to reach out and take Joshua's hand in his own as he wishes to.]

Please, do not thank me for that. It is I who shall be in your debt. I'll be grateful to have you by my side when I go.

[He reaches for the cup of water left by his bed and holds it out for Joshua to wash away the lingering bitterness of his medicine.]

Here, drink.

[If neither of them will take proper care of themselves, then all the more reason for them to take care of one another.]