"Arthur? ARTHUR! Ohmigod, Why didn't you tell me?" Alison couldn't stop the stupid tears from running down her face when she saw her fiancée laying in a hospital bed with needles stuck in him and monitors going off. She thought he looked like a science experiment, but thinking that just made her cry even more.
"Because Ali, I thought the antidote would help, I didn't care about the side effects or that it was a new medicine, I love you."
"Well this hospital seems to love you more! It just keeps taking you from me."
Arthur hated keeping secrets from Alison but this didn't seem like a very big lie. The medicine was suppose to kill this 'mystery sickness'. Well it did kill the sickness, but it killed almost everything else to. He knew he didn't have a long time now, but he didn't have a long time in the first place. Doctors were surprised he had survived this long, but he knew why he had lasted.
"Alison, would you. . . play that song."
"What? Your crazy! If you think just makin-"
"Please." He stretched out his hand to hers so their hands would be intertwined. He looked even frailer now than a few moments ago. More like a ghost than a human. Alison knew his time was drawing to a close. But if this would make him happy, she didn't care.
"Ok,"
"Thank you," He smiled a weak smile.
"Oh shut up." She unhooked her fingers for a moment to unzip her bag to reveal a small ukulele she always carried around with her. No real reason, just incase someone needed a little happiness.
The tune started very slow and quiet so none of the nurses would hear. But still loud enough for her fading love to listen.
A personal concert, just one last time.
"Oh ya I'll tell you something, I think you'll understand, when I say that something. . ."
Alison stopped her ukulele to hold Arthur's hand once more.
"I wanna hold, your hand" Arthur sighed and smiled a little smile.
"Thank you Alison. . .I finally understand what they wanted to say."
"What was it?" She had had this argument before on what the Beatles wanted to tell 'whal holding her hand', but they never agreed.
"I love you." Alison couldn't help the one tear that slipped passed her eyes
"I love you too."
She leaned over, for the last time, to kiss him on his cheek. He looked so peaceful now, like he was having a wonderful dream. But she knew, all too well, that he would never wake up from that wonderful, beautiful, fantastic, dream.
"I wanna hold your haaaand, I wanna hold your hand. . . goodnight my love."
Ahhhh soooo depressing! I'm sorry its so sad but. . . I dunno. . . .I guess I was thinking about my uncle whal I was writing this. I've just been blue today and I needed to let it out. OH MY GOODNESS I"M BEING SO SAD! Anyway the song is 'I wanna hold your hand' (der) but I was listinging to a different version by T . V . Carpio. Good song I love it. Thank you for putting up with such a depressing story.
ALL WE NEED IS LOVE! =]