I have no good words for you. I don’t hate you, but I hate what you have done. My (online) friend was only going in to get his tonsils taken out. Simple procedure, right?
Wrong-o.
So you went and cut an artery in the process. He even went home for a bit, but when he was shittin’ blood they took him back to the hospital. He lost so much fucking blood he slipped into a coma. Still, that’s not too bad right?
Wrong. Again.
Yesterday he flat lined for over six minutes. Only barely responding to immense pain. Severe brain damage. He hung on for a few more hours. Passed away at 12:22, my time, or CST.
Nineteen fucking years old. Gonna be a sophomore in college. Had a lovely girlfriend, who was pregnant. IS pregnant. Was/Is a twin.
The kid played this one online game for years. Over 100-150 people on at a time. We love him. We miss him. Even had a friend who he found lived in the same town as him. Now the guy is alone again. They were/are best friends.
We’ve been reduced to passing out memorial bracelets in our online gathering place. Remembering him. His love. His company. The good times and the bad. And the music plays in the background. Spent hours crying last night, biting on a bunched up paper towel. Trying to understand.
We’ve been lucky. We, as a community, sat down last night and tried to remember all our deaths in the last decade, on this online game. We came up with four. Total. Two illnesses, one suicide, and Giles’ accident. The average player is so young.
We’ve been lucky.
It’s not “Fuck you”, Doctor. Just “fuck your mistake”. Because you’re hurting just like we are.
Giles Courtier
10-10-85 / 05-21-04
You have touched so many lives, all around. May we never forget.