One Remaining Nail

After weeks of worry and days of drama, it finally happened. When we finished playing Rock Band ("Run... to.. the... hills!") Liam starting shaking his hand, almost violently. Then he was rubbing his fingers. And it nearly popped right off. His thumb nail. The fading, grey wounded one. It had been looking creepy for weeks. And finally came off tonight. He clenched his jaw and pulled it free from the last thin filament of living flesh. In the end, no tears. No whimpering. Just Liam and his one remaining nail.