He was sick, and should getting injected which had too much pain. I wrote a love letter in my notebook:
Remember you had a pin, and pushed it on my hand. You said, “If you love me, you should let me thrust it.” I saw your smile, so it was hard to stop you, but just face you to logic. Now, you told me you got too much pain, and I’m crying. I want Lord give me all of your pain then you be fine. Please God, pleas God, let I get all my love sick and pain, but he be fine.