A/N: This chapter is really intense. It's a big character break thorugh chapter though so that's good...I guess. lol I really hope you like this chapter because I've really been thinking about this chapter for a while, I mean I lost sleep thinking baout what I was gonna do. I changed it like 80 times. Seriously. So I'm like really sorry if the intense parts aren't really wel done, because I needed this part done at the house, not at the hospital like my original plan. But I hope you like it.

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The next few days went well. Paige and Dylan had been home for 2 days and were happy. Everything was fine, well atleast Marco and Ellie made it seem like nothing had happened a few nights prior. Marco snapped his rubber band a few time in front of Dylan on accident, but went out of his way to make sure it didn't happen again because he was afride Dylan was suspicious...which he was, but he brushed it off.

Marco walked into the living room holding a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. He walked by Dylan who was laying on the couch and placed the plate and glass on the table and shot a quick smile at his boyfriend.

"Thank you hun" Dylan kissed Marco's olive skin softly. "You pamper me too much." He said taking a bit of his cookie.

"You just got back from the hospital, you need pampering." Marco fluffed his pillow. "Ellie is taking care of Paige, while I take care of you." He smiled and sat on a small section of the couch that Dylan wasn't on.

Ellie walked out of the bedroom holding a brush picking hair out of it.

"The queen bee in there wants me to stroke her hair a hundred times to make sure it's tangle free, but I can't do that until every hair in the brush is out. Apparently they'll dirty up her just cleaned hair." Ellie groaned. " I can't believe she getts in one little fender bender now she thinks she's Cleopatra!" Ellie stomped back into the room and slamed he door.

Both men chuckled. Paige really was a drama queen, but now she knew she could get away with it, she took advantage of it.

"I'm so glad your not demanding like her." the younger male smiled.

"I'm glad I'm not too, I mean having so many people hate me at once... not to fun." He chuckled.

"Ok well I'm going to go do some laundry, you need me, just call." Marco slapped his knees and walked into the pantry.

The phone in Dylan's pants sarted to vibrate. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was the man from Zurich. Dylan sat up and answered the call.

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They all sat down at the table for dinner. Marco cooked his special pasta, Dylan's favorite.

"So Dyl" Marco said placing a plate of food in front of him. "You said you had a surprise, what is it?" Marco sat down next to Dylan catching Ellie and Paige's attention.

"Well I-" Dylan started but was soon cut off by Paige.

"I've got news too... and I really don't think it can waite." Paige looked down with a fork in her hand shifting the noddles on her plate back and forth.

"Ok Paige, you first." Dylan offered.

"Well, um, Dyl, you have got to promise me not to be mad." She threw him a half smile.

"Promise, just tell me." He shifted in his seat.

"Well, uhhh... ok well maybe your news is more important." She wished she never brought up the subject.

"No Paige, tell me. Please." Dylan placed his hand over his sister's seeing her nerviousness.

"Dyl, please, just drop it, it's nothing really." He took her hand away.

"You sure?" Marco asked giving her an odd look.

"Postive. Now, Dylan, you had news."

"Ok yeah" He started. "Well you know how I've been talking to Zurich about the hockey team in Switerzland." His eyes narrowed to Marco.

"Yeah, so." The Italian leaned backwards not wanting to hear the rest.

Dylan tried to smile slightly noticing Marco's sudden movement. "They said everythings ready for me to go."

Marco just sat there staring at Dylan. He knew the day would come but now? So Sudden? This was not happening. This couldn't be happening. "When?"

"Three days." He started looking down at his food not able to see the anguish in Marco's eyes. "I'll be there for three monthes."

"Ohh... wow... um... ok, I..I guess I'll help you pack." Marco turned away from the table not willing to let the others see him cry. He got up and took his plate to the sink and washed it off. "I'm not really hungery anymore."

"Congratulations" Ellie smiled hesitantly.

"Yeah, Dyl, I'm so happy for you!" Paige threw her arms around her brother.

Dylan smiled at them "Thanks guys. Marco, you ok?" Dylan focuse turned over to Marco.

"Yeah, just tired is all. I'm going to bed. Night guys." Marco wipped the water from his hands on his jeans and walked up staires tear streaming down his face.

He wouldn't be able to see him for three monthes. Three entire monthes. It felt like someone just stabbed him in the stomach, then twisted the knife. The tears were flowing so hard now he could barely keep his breath. He grabbed onto the wall for support. The thought of Dylan beging away in a new town for three monthes turned his stomach. A new place where nobody knew him, or about Marco made him sicker. He trusted Dylan, just not other guys.

He grabbed his stomach and placed one hand over his month fearing he was going to throw up the little dinner he had eaten. He stumbled all the way to down the hall to the bathroom boucing from wall to wall.

He closed the bathroom door behind him the fell down facing the toliet.

He voiently puked into the toliet. He wipped his month off and flush the toliet. He moved over to lean against the bath tub. He bowed his head as the tears flowed heavily down his cheeks.

The looked up trying to help his stomach settle. He noticed the medicine cabinet. He used the bathtube as a support and stood there for a moment tryed to keep his blance. He slowly walked over to the cabinet wich wasn't very far, it was really only three steps, but right then, it might as well have been three hundred steps. He was so dizzy right then he could hardly tell up from down.

He grabbed onto the sink for support. He pulled his sleve up and reached up in the cabinet to the forth shelf. He wasn't tall enough to see what he was grabing so he swipped everything down in his path.

Bottled of pills came crashing down into the sink as did some purfume, colong, a gold nechlace Ellie's mother had given her and a small sliver razor.

Marco grabed the razor leaning on the sink for support.

He slid the razor down his arm with such force it even supprised him in his state. No sooner when he made the cut blood dripped from his arm. It wasn't enough. Marco gripped the razor tighter and pressed it harder down into his skin. He slid the razor accross his arm so hard he was crying more then ever. It hurt him so bad. It was pure agoney he was putting on himself, but he didn't care. He made another cut then another, and another until his arm was completly covered in blood.

Blood dripped all over the floor and all over then many pill bottles on the sink.

He began to feel lightheaded from his excesive loss of blood.

He heard a knock at the door. 'Darn' he thought to himself. He had no way of covering up al the blood, and he was too dizzy to even move.

Ellie opened the door and let out a earsplitting scream. "Marco!" She stepped forward as he colapsed. "DYLAN! PAIGE!" She ran forward to her friend.

"No! El! Don't! If you tell Dylan, He'll hate me! Please El don't!" Marco begged her laying on the floor with his head in her lap.

"DYLAN!!!!" She yelled louder.

"El!" He tried to raise his voice but couldn't. He was so weak.

"What's going on?" Dylan ran to the bathroom with Paige following him out of breath. "Marco!" He ran over to him. "Call 911!"

Paige finally reached the door. She couldn't believe her eyes. She franticly ran back downstaries to find the phone.

"Why did you do this Marco?" Dylan held a towel against his arm to stop the bleeding.

"Dyl...too weak...can't tal-" Marco's head rolled over and passed out.

"Marco!" Ellie yelled tears runing down her eyes. She looked over at Dylan. This was the first time she had ever seen Dylan cry, and it hurt.

Paige ran back into the room with the phone still in her hand. "They'll be here in 3 mintues."

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So what'd ya think? Good? Bad? Sad? I hope you liked it! I know the last part seemed rushed but I have to go with my dad before he has to go to work so I also didn't have time to spell check. Sorry!

I'm hoping to have the next chapter up within the next few days, but I probaly will wright a chapter in 'Not Who I Used To Be' first, which will be hard sence it is the trial and I have to look up alot of stuff.

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