in the sillage lies your image

On your last legs of life, you decide to go to your friend's house. "Than" has always had your back. He was your best friend, after all. But you're sick of the hospital being your second home, of seeing the nurses sympathetic faces. So here you are, lying in his bed and wanting to take a nap and maybe talk to your best friend before you take your last breath. You're dying and you know it (and so does your best friend Than).