Lincoln walked down the road, thinking. Thinking about giving up. "One slice." Lincoln considerably whispered, referring to...ending his walk. As Lincoln was about to stop, he saw a puff of dust down the road. Lincoln's face lit up as much as it could, considering he could barely walk and talk. He than rethought it; hallucinations. Lincoln stopped walking, almost about to break down. "I-I'm hallucinating." Linc barely said. The "car" was getting closer and closer. Linc fell onto his knees, tilting his head a bit. "Halluc-" Linc was interrupted by the car coming to a stop. He saw a man walk out of the passenger seat, talking he assumed. It was hard to hear him. Lincoln thought it was him speaking another language, but realized it is his body almost shutting down. 

One thing he [i]did[/i] understand was food and water he held out. Lincoln's eyes grew wide and snatched them. He barely opened the water up and started "drinking" it. More like pouring it on his face and getting about a third of it in his mouth. The bag of chips was a different story, he just couldn't get it open. Well, after all, he could barely talk. After trying at the bag of chips for a few seconds, he looked up as Has'la, "Th-Thanks." His hoarse voice barely getting it out. 

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