The Eccentric Bohemian

Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?

You're wrong, you know. You do count. You've always counted and I've always trusted you. But you were right. I'm not okay.
Tell me what's wrong.
Molly, I think I'm going to die.
What do you need?
If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?
What do you need?
You.

Goodbye, John.