AN: Ever written a fic that made you cry as you wrote it? This did it for me. Laugh if you want, but this was really emotional for me D: Read on...

I gasped, sitting bolt upright in a vaguely familiar room.

'Whoa baby, settle down.'

I relaxed slightly as a warm, furry paw touched my bare shoulder, pushing me gently back down into a laying position. I blinked my eyes several times to rid them of their blurriness. I was in a hospital, presumably the candy one as even though the walls were white, they were tinged ever so slightly with pink. And the fact that Doctor Ice-cream was standing at the foot of my bed.

'My, someone's a little rowdy.' He said as he inspected a clip board.

'Why am I here?' I said and turned to Cake.

'You don't remember?' She said.

I shook my head, looking at her confused and slightly scared.

'Oh dear. I dunno if I can tell her…' Cake looked to her left which, to my surprise, sat Flame Prince.

'Don't look at me like that Cake. I'm not saying anything.' He cast me a fleeting glance before staring out the small hospital window.

'W-what? Will someone please tell me what's going on?' I said exasperated. Cake looked at me sadly before stretching her arm and grabbing the curtain.

'Fi, I need you to not panic, okay?' I nodded and braced myself for the worst.

No amount of bracing could've prepared me for what I saw. On the bed next to me lay a bloody and beaten Marshall, doctors frantically moving around him. I felt like someone had stabbed me in the gut, my insides twisting painfully. I stood up shakily, steadying myself on the bed.

'Fionna I don't think you should—'

'No, I have to.'

I pushed off the bed, barely catching myself on my numb legs. I managed to walk over to the bed Marshall lay on. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were firmly shut. A doctor tried to push me away but I hissed at him, making him swallow noticeably.

'Never mind!' He said quickly before backing away. My head snapped around at the sound of Marshall's weak laughter.

'That always works,' He croaked, his voice weak. I put my finger to his lips.

'Shh…' His hand weakly reached up to my cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear. I didn't realise I was crying.

He smiled at me weakly. 'I'm gonna miss you Fi,' He whispered. 'Please don't talk like that,' I whispered back, tears blurring my vision.

'I need you to know something Fi.' I nodded, my voice too tight for words.

'I…' His body slacked, his hand dropping from my face and his head rolling to the side.

I felt like I'd been smashed into pieces. A loud, heartbroken sob escaped me, followed by another and another. I curled onto his chest, cradling him in my arms.

'The one guy…' I whispered.'Marshall-Lee,' My voice cracked as I spoke.

Furry hands landed on my shoulder but I shrugged them off. I cried 'til his shirt was wet with tears, the salty liquid mixing with his dark blood.

A soft hand landed on my shoulder, and I turned to see Gumball standing, his arms stretched out for a hug. I crumpled into his arms, wailing into his chest. He rubbed my back, attempting to soothe me.

The next few days were a blur. I ended up staying at the castle and haven't left since. Gumball was always checking up on me, probably making sure I hadn't killed myself. I nearly did once, and I think I scared the gum out of him. I was almost never alone after that.

Sometimes He visited me in my sleep. He felt so real there, and I never wanted to wake up. His pale face haunted me whenever I closed my eyes. He'd died saving me. I'd never forget him.

He was my bro. He was my heart. He was my Marshall.

AN: WAAHH! Glob, my eyes are kinda blurry. I hope I didn't press the feels on you guys too bad ): Until next time, Ciao!

~Bette x