It's been awhile since I posted, but I'm 'grounded' at home. *sigh*

Warning: This is sad, and has made (many) people cry. So please, have tissues ready if you cry easily.

As I Lay Dying

It was raining, it always was on days like this. Angel was staring out the window, seemingly perplexed by the millions of drops of water that was falling from the shrouded sky.

"Do you think he'll pull out of this?" She questioned, pushing her hand against the cool glass.

No matter how much I wanted to promise her that everything would be alright, I couldn't give her false hope.

"I don't know.... I really don't know." I murmured, staring at my hands.

"Do you still love him love him, Max?" She turned her sorrow drowned blue eyes towards me, and I realize just how much wisdom they held. Wisdom beyond her years.

"Y-Yeah." My voice cracked, and she simply nodded her head, making her golden curls bounce.

"You should tell him, so even if things......don't work out... he'll know."

Nudge and Iggy dragged through the plain white door, looking worn out, and like they had just witnessed a thousand murders.

"Ig? Can I go see him? Or is Gasman still in there?" I asked weakly, not entirely sure I was ready for the answer.

"You can go. He went to the bathroom." His sightless eyes settle on my face.

I stood and walked don the long, alabaster colored hall. Every door had a different name on it, I stopped when I came to the one that said 'Justin Ride.' We couldn't say his name was Fang or Nick, considering we would either get wierd looks or give a possibility of being tracked. It wouldn't be safe.

The room was just as white as the rest of the goddamned hospital, but not nearly as silent. The steady beeping, and labored breathing bounced off the walls, echoing all around me.

Fang's ashen face made his raven hair stick out sharply, and seem a hundred times darker. He was hooked up to a breathing machine, and there was an IV sticking out of his finger. A large, angry looking slash marred his pale cheek. It was heartbreaking to see him like this,but I knew that even if he wasn't conscious to hear it, I still had to tell him. I had to.

"Fang..." He didn't even twitch at the call of his name. I swallowed thickly. "I know you probably can't hear me, but that really doesn't make it any easier." I swallow again, my heart clenched painfully. "I love you. I always will." I felt as though an ice cold hand wrapped around my heart, and just squeezed.

Nothing. No reaction.

Well, what was I expecting? Him to jump up, and screamed he loved me too? That wouldn't have happened even if he was awake and coherent. I already knew it wasn't happening.

I could feel tears pouring down my face in torrents, why was life so unfair?

I knew he was dying, everyone knew he was dying. His heart was slowing, and he had slipped into a coma. He wasn't going to wake up. Sure, the doctors said anything could happen, but I could feel it. It was like he was already gone.

The kids had a right to hope, to have this childlike belief that everything would be okay, even if it wasn't.

And so, I had to be strong. Even if it kills me inside.

"I love you, Fang. Wait for me in heaven." I whisper as I pull the cord on his breathing machine. May God take his soul peacefully.

So, that's it.

Gaia: FANG CAN'T DIE! EVER! NEVER!

Cheetahs And Chocolate: Fang won't die!

Nice of you two to put your two cents in.

Both:*grin*