Max gasped.
“Is he…”
Meryl desperately checked him. After a few moments of dread, they sighed in relieve.
“he’s just resting, thank graces. must’ve been really tired from all that coughing. sleep well, bunny.”
They stood there, desolate, looking at a now peacefully sleeping Mr. Rabbit.
They couldn’t even consider the idea of him…
“so, i think we must find the key. it is supposed to be here, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah.”