Dying Inside
-HeartbreakDX
Note: Yeah, another short one but hey, 3 chaps in 3 days. Pretty epic. I'm seriously as excited and desperate as you guys to find out what will happen next. I just write whatever pops into my head. A slave to the musi, me.
Chapter Seven:
Mark was sitting in a chair inches from the glass walls of his lover's isolation room around the corner from the door. That was the advantage of Shawn's room being on the end, there was a good sized gap between the wall of the unit and the glass wall of the room. The doctor agreed to let him stay outside of Shawn room, not having the heart to tear Mark away from Shawn again. They'd even set up a place for him to sleep, a small cot with a pillow and blanket. It was not comfortable by any means but Mark was not concerned with his own comfort at the moment, as long as he was close to Shawn.
And he was, technically. Even though he was outside the room, he was only a few feet from his Angel. The nurses had drawn back a section of the curtains so he could watch Shawn and he sat there for hours with his head pressed up against the glass watching the up and down movement of his chest or the spikes and dips of his heart monitor. They were so small, so weak. Mark willed them to get stronger.
Sometimes the nurses would bring him coffee. He'd fake a smile and thank them before going back to his vigil over his love. Sometimes he would talk to Shawn through the glass, relating his favorite memories of them together: dates, movies, holidays, anything that stood out. Everyone watched him, the nurses listened to the stories and would sometimes have to step away to cry. For Mark, for Shawn, and for the horrible thing that had put this glass wall between the two lovers.
Hunter and Vince joined him for a couple of hours a day, telling him what was happening outside the walls of the hospital. All of the wrestlers had to go back to work, they sent cards, gifts and letters to Shawn and to him with words of support and encouragement. Mark had taken to reading them to Shawn through the glass. This made the nurses cry again.
Once a day he was allowed to go in and visit him for one short hour. Mark sat at his bedside, holding his hand, talking to him, crying, begging, praying, sobbing, pleading for a miracle. That was Shawn's only hope now, a miracle. He wasn't really improving much at all. His fever wavered up and down between 103 and 104 degrees, he had fluid beginning to build up in his lungs, and there was no sign of good things to come in sight. Mark sometimes just sat quietly watching his Angel's face as he stroked his hair. Sometimes he hummed, sometimes he sang, sometimes he told jokes or repeated Hunter and Vince's news from the outside. After the hour was up, the doctor would gently pull Mark away again. Mark would say goodbye, that he loved him, to keep fighting and get better before ending the visit with a kiss on his forehead or cheek.
Things weren't any better on the investigation side either. Once again the police were clueless, their only lead was a tire print they got off of Shawn's crushed hand. Once in a while Mark's sadness was broken by thoughts of the monsters who hurt his Angel Bear. He promised himself that he would find them and make them sorry if he ever discovered who they were. Sometime he imagined their faces and thought up the punishments he would inflict on them. They would pay for the pain and horrors they put them through and if Shawn died, he would find them, torture then kill those monsters before going back to Shawn's grave and committing suicide.
But Shawn wouldn't die, He always told himself. He couldn't, he wouldn't leave me on my own....would he? Was what he went through so horrifying that he couldn't stand to live, even for Mark? Would Shawn abandon him, force him to bury the only person he really opened up to enough to love? He wouldn't.....he couldn't......he can't.
"Please Shawn, I need you Baby. Please hold on for me. Show me you'll stay? Please? Anything? A wiggle? A squeeze? Something?" he sobbed holding Shawn's hand, completely breaking down. Then he got an answer, and it wasn't the one he wanted. The machines started to go off and Shawn's body began to seize. Shawn was having a seizure and Mark could only stand there helpless and watch.
