Warnings: attempted suicide and attempted assisted suicide. Please be careful.
Dark woke to the sound of a dripping IV, and drowsily he opened his eyes, to find that he was in the buildings in home clinic. Why was he here? He couldn't remember, he was pulling an absolute blank. He twisted in the be, only to feel a firm hand grip his shoulder, "Stop. You'll rip out your IV Dark."
Dark turned his eyes blearily to his right, to see Dr. Iplier siting at his side, his eyes red and puffy. He had been crying. Why had he been crying? Dark couldn't remember, he just felt tired so very, very tired.
"Doctor? What happened?" Darks tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and it hurt. He moved it around a little bit and felt stitching along the tip and down the side. How had he done that? He couldn't remember.
Dr. Iplier looked like he had swallowed a lemon, and the other ego racked his fingers through his hair, "We found you about five hours ago. Your aura . . . It did some massive damage to your room. You were at the eye of the 'storm' so you mostly got out alright, but you lost a lot of blood from that tongue wound, and those head wounds . . . We'll have to watch them to make sure they don't get infected." The doctor then let out a little sound that almost sounded like a sob, "And Maria. . . I'm—I'm so sorry, Dark." The man then started to bawl.
Maria
Dark remembered now, he remembered everything.
"Where is she? Doctor, where is she?" The demon had to find her, he had to. Everything would be alright if he just had her, she would be alive, she would. "Where. Is. She?"
Somehow in the course of this transition Dark had wrapped a hand around Dr. Iplier's Throat. As he looked at the other ego he saw the man was still crying, but now there was fear in his eyes. Funny, he couldn't remember when he decided to do that. Not of importance. He began to squeeze, and didn't mind at all how the doctor's blunt nails dug in to his skin as he tried desperately to escape, as his legs kicked behind him.
"Tell me where she is, Doctor. Tell me now." Dark growled out as he watched his family member twist helplessly in his grasp, and turn a rather vivid shade of purple. No matter how pleasing the sight was at the moment he couldn't kill him if he wanted answers, so he let the doctor go and took a small bit of satisfaction in watching the other ego gasp and wretch on the floor.
"S—Sh—she . . . She ha—had a . . . Seizure." Dr. Iplier finally managed to voice as he dragged himself away from Dark, "It kill—killed her. Sh—had . . . Mul— . . .tiple seizures."
"You're lying."
Dr. Iplier finally managed to somewhat catch his breath, and dragged himself up onto two feet, "She'd. . . She'd been dead for a long time when we found you. At least nine hours."
In the blink of an eye the doctor lunged forward and Dark felt a sharp pain in his neck. The demon drew back with a hiss, a hand coming to clutch at his skin. Suddenly felt as if he were about to pass out.
"It'll be better when you wake up next time, Dark." Was the last thing the dark ego heard before he faded back into unconsciousness.
The next time Dark woke it was to the sound Wil's voice as it softly sang, "Somewhere A Voice Is Calling." His eyes opened slowly, to take in his soundings slightly surprised to find he had been moved into Wilford's room, Wil himself sat in the bed with him.
The doctor had been right, everything was much clearer now. Not better, but clearer.
Thinking of the doctor, they must have decided after his interaction with Dr. Iplier it would be best for him to be under the observation of the only other ego as strong as him. Dark groaned, now that he was in a better state of mind cannot believe he had pulled that on the doctor. Of all the ill planed, stupid—
He was broken from his thoughts when he felt Wil's lips press into the top of his head, his arms pulling Dark to him till he was pressed firmly against Wilford.
For a few minutes they stayed like that, just finding comfort in each other, as Wil whispered the final lyrics of the song into the demon's hair.
Eventually though the song came to an end, and there were no more lyrics to sing. Wil let out a little puff of breath, "The others told me you had a rough day, Celine. Said you needed to be looked after." His eyes were soft, and so gentle.
He wouldn't be looking at Dark like that if he had known what he had done. If he knew that the demon's weakness had led to Maria's death. If he knew that Maria had died alone and crying without her mother. He didn't though, after all to him death did not exist.
Dark had a thought, a terrible thought. A horrible, horrible thought, but he supposed it would only be right. Out of everyone, Wilford had the most right to do it. Dark had failed him so many times, had ruined the man in so many ways. It was only fair that Wilford would get to do it. Before that though. . . Dark wanted to do one last thing.
"Kiss me?" Dark looked up at Wilford, who's eyes instantly lit up. The mad man moved so instead of lying beside Dark, his entire body hovered over the other
"Of course."
It was languid kiss, that lasted far longer than it had any right to. Dark clung to every second, desperate to convey what words could not. His hands grasped at Wil and tried to draw him closer, tried to show Wil what he wanted more than anything.
It was when Wil's own hands started to wander a little too far that he had to stop the kiss, Ed's word's echoing in his head. Wilford cannot consent.
The dark ego steeled himself. It was time. Dark broke the kiss panting, "Wil, do you have your gun on you, love?"
A confused look crossed Wilford's flushed face, not understanding why Dark decided to break them up to ask something so obvious, "Of course." He ducked his head back down to lay a trail of kisses down the demon's neck.
Dark shivered slightly at the feeling but pressed on, "I have been so tired recently, you know how hard it is for me to get a good night's sleep." He felt Wilford hum at his collarbone.
Trust me, "I think I would get quite a bit of rest if you shot me, love."
Wil drew back slowly and looked Dark up and down, "It'll hurt quite a bit, Celine. I know you like quick results but I think the doctor would be happy to give you something."
Trust me. Relax to my words. Under my control. Surrender to me. Treasure me. Marvel at me. Everything you need. E. Dark wrapped his arms around Wil drawing him back into the kiss, eyes closed, "Hmmm, but if you shot me I can stay in bed with you. I wouldn't have to leave. You don't want me to leave. . . Right?" Dark's hand trailing down his body.
Wil groaned, and shook his head, no he didn't want Dark to leave.
The demon felt the mad man shift, and suddenly he felt the cold bit of metal against his temple. He reminded himself that he deserved this, that this was what he had always deserved. He kissed Wilford more frantically.
Wil whispered into the kiss, "When you wake up you'll have a horrible headache, I'll have some pain pills waiting for you, darling."
Tears slipped from Darks eyes as his heart pounded, "That's very thoughtful, Wil. I love you so much. I love you more than I am capable of." He pressed against the muzzle of the gun, and waited.
Suddenly the door swung open.
"The Host tells Wilford Warfstache that Bim Trimmer requires assistance in the studio immediately." The Host frantic tone rang out, and Dark felt the gun fall away. In that moment, he hated The Host more than anyone in the world.
With a resigned sigh, Wil rolled his body off of Dark's body and stood. As he buttoned his shirt he asked, "What does Bim want now?"
"Bim Trimmer is having difficulties with an unruly guest."
Wilford's tone lit up, Dark's request forgotten, "I'll be off then." Before Dark could even protest, Wil was out the door.
As soon as the door closed and they were properly alone The Host was at Dark's side.
The demon growled as he glared up at the man, "How dare you—'' He was cut off as the other ego slapped him harshly across the face.
"The Host would like to ask Darkiplier how he dared to try and use Wilford Warfstache for such a purpose." Suddenly his face was inches away from Dark's, and he was snarling, "The Host saw what Darkiplier intended. He knows what Darkiplier was going to use Wilford Warfstache for."
Dark snarled right back his blue aura spiking momentarily, "He has the right to be the one to do it. I deserve it, and he earned the privilege."
"Wilford Warfstache earned the right to kill his most beloved? He has the privilege of unknowingly killing his most sacred?"
"Sounding a bit poetic there, hmmm? Are we having a relapse back into The Author?" The Host slapped him again making sure to make impact with Dark's injuries.
Dark yelped in pain, before being suddenly jerked forward by The Host, "Darkiplier will not do that again." Without warning the other ego droped the demon and Dark fell back on to the bed.
The Host let out a shuddered breath, "The Iplier family has suffer a great loss today. It cannot take another."
AN:
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