Waiting
A/N- I kept thinking Miiguel or Andy would say something before he died, when they were sitting in the hospital, butr they never did. Then I came here to see if there was any fanfiction about it, and there wasn't. So I wrote some. I appologise, as it is woefully inadequate.
"I think I'm ready," Andy whispered, green eyes looking up at Miguel.
Miguel nodded, trying not to cry, thinking, I'm not. His grip on Andy's hand tightened.
"Yes, Death is coming for me. It won't be long Miguel."
"I know," he choked. He promised himself he wouldn't cry until Andy was gone. He would be strong until the last. Andy would not see how hard this was for him. Oh, gosh, was that a tear?
"I love you, Miguel." Andy slowly uncurled his fingers inside Miguel's so he could grip back. Miguel brought his hand to his lips again.
"I love you, too."
Andy closed his eyes. "I wonder if there's opera where I'm going."
Oh good. Now Andy wouldn't see him cry. "I know there is. And I bet there's sunshine and libraries and you'll be right all the time." Andy does love being right.
"Mmm. I'd be wrong forever for just one more day with you, Miguel."
"I'd give anything for that, Andrew. But there are no regrets, no? Nothing we missed out on?"
"Nothing but time. You wanted to go someplace warm."
"That doesn't matter, Andrew. That never mattered. Only you." How true that was. Miguel's life had long since become only about Andy. How long he had left, was he in pain, were the treatments helping or not. Every visit to the hospital written down, every dosage of medication recorded. He longed to endure it for Andy, but that would leave Andy to grieve, as Miguel would.
"At least you don't have it. I didn't condemn you. No…regrets…Miguel." Andy sighed, squeezing Miguel's hand.
"I'll join you someday, Andrew."
"I'll…be wait…ing."
Miguel held Andy's hand until it grew cold, then went to call Andy's parents.
