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Day 60
Grell sat down in Will's office, smiling at him widely.
"Hello, my favourite psychologist!"
"Um...hello. You seem like you're in a very good mood, that's fine, because the day has come for me to stop to prescribe you drugs"
"Really?!"
"Yes. I told you this would happen soon."
"Yeah, still the thought is...it will be a weird feeling. Anyway, I'll get used to it. What's more interesting: How is Ronnie?"
"He is fine, his 'bad times' are really rare now, mostly he is in high spirits."
"That's good. Alan is feeling better too, he sometimes even smiles. He's such a good person, he deserves some last good days."
Will just nodded, taking some notes again.
He sat down next to Alan and Undertaker, stroking the latter's arm shortly.
"Hi, boys! Guess who doesn't need drugs anymore!"
The white haired man whistled, stroking Grell's knee under the table, so no one could see it.
"That's great! "
"I just hope I won't feel worse again."
Alan shook his head lightly.
"I don't think so. You are feeling so well already, you have Undertaker..."
"We'll find a nice guy for you as well, I'm sure of that, such a loveable little thingy as you. Do you like one of the men here?"
"No...they are all so...weird."
"Besides you still like this Eric, don't you?"
"...yes."
"Oh, dear..."
Undertaker smiled at him, stroking Grell's back in a way that prevented the young man from seeing it.
"I don't know if it helps, but I would have been interested in you if I didn't have my fine lady here."
"That's nice of you, thank you."
"Why is that nice? You are handsome, beautiful, loving, a good listener..."
The young man blushed lightly, not knowing what to say to this.
"Thank you..."
"You don't need to thank me all the time, I'm just stating facts."
The small man nodded, then, from one second to another, turned pale. He wrapped an arm around himself, pressing his lips together.
"Alan? Is something wrong?"
"N-No, it's just-"
In that moment, he started to cough. He held a hand in front of his mouth and turned away, but Grell could see the light red blood running down between his fingers. Some other patients and a guard were staring at them more or less interested.
"Oh, shit..."
He slid to Alan, immediately laying his arms around the small form and supporting him. Undertaker stood up, bent down and then lifted him up bridal style before quickly walking back to the building, Grell following him. The brunette coughed harder, his eyes getting wet, because it felt like he had millions of needles in his lungs every time. The ex-mortician hold him close to himself, making sure to not shake him too much, and stroked his arm gently.
"Bring him to the hospital ward!", Grell said breathless, but Alan sat up as good as possible and wiped some blood off his mouth.
"No! I...I just want to go to my room."
"You sure?"
"Yes. It...it will stop soon."
The white-haired man nodded and carried him the way he directed, in his room laying him down on the bed. He had stopped coughing and retching by now, but was still pale, covered in blood and looked very weak.
Grell wetted a towel, then sat down on the bed and cleaned him carefully.
"No...don't do that. It's okay. I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's not your fault", the redhead said back softly, wiping the towel over his chin and throat. Undertaker knelt down in front of the bed, eying him closely.
"How often does this happen, if I may ask?"
"Nearly every day."
Grell's eyes widened.
"Nearly every day?! Then why didn't I know about this?"
"I was lucky yesterday and before that...we weren't together that long, it usually happens in the afternoon."
"Oh, Alan...is there anything we can do for you?"
"Can you leave? I need to rest a little."
"If you want that..."
"Yes. Don't worry, I'm already feeling better, I managed this alone all the time. So please..."
Undertaker nodded slowly, then he stood up and took Grell's hand.
"Then let's go, so he can sleep. You'll make it Alan, I'm sure of that. We'll see each other at lunch then tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. You...you are great friends. Both of you."
It nearly broke Grell's heart, but he left the room together with Undertaker, slumping down on his own bed with a desperate look on his face.
"Don't be too worried, Grell. As he said, until now he managed it alone too."
"But I still am worried! I was too when I found out that you were getting electric shocks, although you had gotten them a few days already and managed it alone."
"But you can't change it, Grell, you have to accept that."
The redhead sighed, nodding slowly.
"I know, even if I don't like it. I wish it was different, but...that's life, huh..."
"Think of the positive aspects, dear. He is feeling better now, he is happier, he sometimes smiles. You did a lot for him already, more than anyone before did and he is really thankful for that. You can be proud of yourself."
"Yeah...yeah, maybe. Still..."
Suddenly he remembered something else that ha bothered him all the time and he looked up at his love, eyes a little worried.
"Undie? Do you really think Alan is handsome?
The taller man frowned in a surprised way.
"Yes. I do. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, there's no reason, I was just curious..."
"Dear? Could it be that you are jealous?"
"What?! Of course not!"
Grinning, Undertaker sat down and quickly pulled the redhead into his lap, stroking his cheek with one hand, pulling him close to himself with the other one.
"You are. But there's no need to worry. He is handsome, but you are gorgeous and I love you, dear. You are everything I need to be happy."
"Really? But he is-"
"Not as breathtaking as you are."
He used his other hand as well to pull Grell as close to himself as possible, arms wrapped around the small of his body, and kissed him both lovingly and eagerly. He relaxed, all worries being washed away. He kissed back and after a while even shoved his hands under his love's shirt, receiving goosebumps and pleased sounds. From one second to another, Undertaker had pushed him down, lying on top of him and stroking his sides. Grell bit his lip, then slowly wrapped his legs around his waist. The white-haired man gasped a little before starting to place soft kisses to the redhead's neck. He would have liked to bite him or suck hickeys into his skin, do everything to claim him as his, but they would have been too visible. At least at the throat, that is...
He pulled the collar of Grell's shirt down and treated his skin below his clavicle, where it was usually hidden by fabric, exactly like that. The redhead moaned softly, grabbing his hair hair tighter. Undertaker smiled a little, glad that his love accepted this so eagerly, and ran his fingertips over Grell's hip bones that were exposed now as his shirt had slid up.
Nevertheless he was pushed away a second later.
"I'm sorry. Was this too much?", he asked, leaning back.
"No...no, that's not it. I would have liked to continue for a while, but...well, I don't like the thought that Alan is suffering while we are...making out."
"That's understandable. But...you would have wanted to continue?"
"A little. Not that far, but yes. I quite liked this..."
"That makes me glad, I was worried it would be too much."
"It wasn't, I enjoyed it."
Undertaker leaned his forehead against Grell's, breathing out slowly.
"Aren't you sorry for Alan?", the redhead asked after a while.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"You seem so...calm. As if this wouldn't bother you."
"It does and I feel sorry for Alan. But I know when something is lost. We should give our best to help him, but keep an emotional distance without him letting him know it. Because he will die soon and nothing can change something about that. So when we let his fate bother us too much, then we'll be crushed when the moment comes."
"Is that so bad?"
"No...it's not. But I prefer it to not happen. I can't order you to do the same, so when you like this way better..."
"I do. Otherwise I would feel like a traitor."
"I never thought about it in that way..."
"I can't force you to anything either."
We are slowly getting to the end of this story :/ About ten more chapters and then it's over.