the next morning uncle andy, rooting around for some tuna for his breakfast like a sulky theif, came upon stearl, who was laying on a hospital bed, nurses scurrying frantically around her while a dour face doctor tapped a clipboard and frowned pessimistically. "say," andy said poking his head out of the fridge, "what's going on here?" garnet and amethyst were sitting beside stearl, garnet was weeping and amethyst was patting her shoulder. that was when greg knew it was finalyl time to confront andy.
"Allright goddamn you, andy, you win. stearl is dying, there, i bet youre happy now. it's just like you always said."
andy spun about abruptly. the refridgerator door left splayed open, forgotten, behind him. "what the hell are you even talking about, greg?"
greg laughed with malicious sarcasm. "wouldn't you like to know. wouldn't you like to know." and left.
"i'm glad that's all settled then," said stearl and everyone came in for a hug. it was the first time that andy had ever been in close physical proximity to a gem and he became erect with nervousness. but it was all good. "i'm proud of you staerl," amethyst said in her husky discordant rasp. no one could barely hear her, they nodded along at parts that seemed to call for it and otherwise just sorta zoned out like they always did when amethyst spoke, or maybe she just made grunting gasping noises for fun, they weren't really sure anymore. neither was amethyst.
"you too have learned a lot of partnership and trust," said garnet, "i'm proud of you stearl, even if you're going to die."
"i never thought i could love a dying person before," andy said, trwisting his hat in his hands sheepishly. "you all sure have taught me a lot since i moved to faggot island, nah just kidding about that last part. but really, you guys are all right by me. and if steven has to die for love, then, gosh, that's pretty great. i love you."