[ WP ] You live in a world of heroes and villains , your job is to contact heroes for hospital visits to sick children , this last request is a challenge , the kid wants to meet their favourite villain ...

`` Why am I here?'' I thought to myself for the umpteenth time. 
 
 I should be off training some pimply-faced new recruit to properly throw a grenade or successfully dodge law enforcement. Not pandering to some social worker's request to meet some dying kid. 
 
 I stepped into the hospital room. Great, flowers. Just what I needed on a day my sinus was acting up. The social worker, let's call him Bum Fuzzle, I do n't know his real name, I do n't care to know. So anyway, Bum Fuzzle came up to me, `` Mr Jeremies, I am so glad that you came, you have no idea how much this means to Casper.'' 
 
 `` Erm, I do n't go by my last name when I'm in costume.'' I deadpanned. Bum Fuzzle looked at me all confused, `` o....kay. I'll just leave you two to it'' 
 
 I walked to Casper's bedside, slapped him hard on the thigh, `` hey Casper, buddy! How's it going!'' I kept my voice lighthearted, despite the grim scene in front of me, a kid clearly in his final days. Casper opened his eyes and saw me, a brief flash of happiness appeared in his eyes before obvious pain and suffering took it away. `` You made it!'' Casper managed to choke out before turning his head to cough. `` Yeah Bum Fuzzle did n't really give me much of a choice,'' i replied. `` Who's Bum Fuzzle?'' Casper questioned. 
 
 We spent a good couple of hours where I was forced to regale tales of my rare triumphs. I shared my deepest darkest days of sorrow when I had to leave my wife and son to pursue a life of crime. Casper wanted to hear more, and I made up more just to keep the smile on his face going. I was forced to leave when he went into an uncontrollable coughing fit and nurses shooed me out of the room. As I walked towards the exit, I was filled with emptiness at the thought of leaving Casper when he was feeling this way. `` Why am I here?'' I sighed as I left. 
 
 
 
 
 Two weeks later... 
 
 `` Why am I here?'' I thought to myself as a solitary tear rolled down my cheek, as I stared at the headstone inscribed with the words, `` Here lies Casper Jeremies, beloved son and grandson'' 
 
 
 End 
 
 
 
 
 
 Ps: be gentle, it's my first time. 
 
 
 
 

