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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]St. David's Hospital - Cardiff -> Oliver's Mother's room
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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	Watching the bear crumble to dust in front of him, Oliver was relieved to see that the immediate danger had passed. Turning back to smile at Niah, he said, "[color=7d16c7]No, you did.[/color]" Shortly before wincing at the sight of her leg. "[color=7d16c7]You need a doctor, I'll go to my mom on my own...[/color]" He said, his heart beat still racing after after the last encounter. Honestly, the adrenaline he was running on made him feel like he could do [i]anything[/i] right about now. He knew that was the chemicals talking, but if he wasn't going to maliciously abuse his biochemistry to talk to his mother on her death bed, he'd have been stupid.

	Quickly flagging down a doctor for Niah, he gave her a finale look, before saying, "[color=7d16c7]I'll come find you after I'm done.[/color]" and starting to walk off. He didn't want to seem cold, but he knew if he didn't go do this now, he might not ever. He couldn't keep looking for excuses to hold off the inevitable. He didn't even know what he was going to happen, and he still had an inkling that the Skrulls expected him to be here, but he knew he'd have to put off the feelings to get done what had to be done. He resolved that, once he said his goodbyes, he'd have to call to check in on the team.

	Entering his mother's room, he opened to door quietly. People didn't think a lot about endings, he thought. Most people considered their lives would end, but were unsure of what that would ultimately look like. For Oliver, he knew that the life he led had a certain degree of risk; there was a good chance he would die in battle after all. But he had to wonder what people like he mother thought. Statistically speaking, death in the modern era must look similar for most people; in a hospital bed, one way or another. The only comfort he could possibly add to the sterile walls and atmosphere was his own presence, the return of a prodigal son, who left his family for wanting to play hero.

	It was a selfish thought, in the moment, to make this about him, but it came none the less, and as he sat beside his mother's bed, he felt tears well up. He didn't want to apologize right now, that would solidify his feelings into something tangible. He knew that, ultimately, his mother wasn't thinking about that right now, she didn't want to see her son drowning in regret for living his life. After a moment, he decided to speak, quietly, even though he was sure his mother couldn't hear him, "[color=7d16c7]When Cardiff came under siege, I was so sure I lost you, that I had lost [i]everything[/i]. That day was hard for me, but the next? It was easily one of the best.[/color]" Oliver, whispered, feeling his body begin to shake, "[color=7d16c7]Because you weren't dead. You and dad lived, and that gave me what I needed to keep going. The universe is chaotic, and random, and fundamentally not fair, but you know what? The one thing I wanted when I lost you, was just one more day with you, but I got better than that. I got three whole months, 92 days of you still being on this Earth. I love you Mommy, and I just... I want you to know that I'm going to be okay. You can rest.[/color]" Tears were rolling down Oliver's cheeks right now, but he did everything he could to keep his voice from breaking.  That was all he had, he didn't know what more he could tell her, but he hoped that she would finally get some peace.