No, I have not completed writing the story yet, I upload as I go. I just type fast XD - and I am totally watching TV as I type too : D


ROSE: Deal With Stubborn Brother.


Taking Dave out to the lake was a bad idea. Very bad. Why hadn't she realized that before?

Rose sat on a blanket that Kanaya had gracefully placed under the shade of a large tree. Dave was leaning against the tree, his eyes closed, and breathing the fresh air in deeply. There was no way he could enjoy the calm, late summer afternoon. It had taken them to eleven o'clock for Kanaya to come back with the groceries, for her to cook them up, and for Dave to get ready to go. They had reached the campground at noon, and now here they were, sitting beside the lake, nestled on the soft grass.

While Kanaya and Rose picked at their food, Dave did not even touch his.

"I think it would be in your best interest to eat." Rose pointed out. He did not respond. She sighed and nibbled on the spiceless chicken Kanaya had prepared. Something light and easy for Dave to stomach. For a moment, Rose thought he may have fallen asleep again, but the moment she thought that, she saw his face contort in pain.

"Is something wrong, Dave?" She asked,

"No." But his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Shall we head home then?" She asked,

"No." He groaned through clenched teeth.

Kanaya stood up, "Rose, may I speak to you for a second?"

"Certainly." She nodded, "We shall be right back Dave."

He did not respond.

Kanaya lightly grabbed Rose's hand, and led her friend away from the tree where Dave sat, and off onto the sand of the beach. When they both stood on the sand, she turned around and grabbed Rose's other hand, holding them both firmly, her expression laced with concern.

"Rose." She whispered, "I think its time."

Rose nodded, knowing exactly what Kanaya meant, "You know Dave would hate to be hospitalized."

"I don't think that matters anymore." She stated, "Look at him Rose. He is in so much pain… the hospital can take that away. I can't bare to see him suffer like this anymore."

Rose looked down at her hands, still clenched within Kanaya's, "Nor can I…"

"But?" Kanaya asked,

"But I cannot bare to think of him spending the last of his days stuck in a hospital." She whispered,

"You've done all you can to make him comfortable." Kanaya begged, "Its time to let go."

Rose sighed, "I suppose you are right."

"I know its hard," Kanaya sighed, pulling Rose in for a hug, "You were looking for him for so long."

Rose sighed again, and wrapped her arms around her, "How should we proceed?"

"He's too sick to argue." Kanaya stated, "Just look at him."

Rose nodded, she turned around and started back to where Dave sat, leaning against the tree. He was very thin. In the first few months after he had came to live with them, he had started to gain weight, and started to look healthier… but now he looked almost as bad as when he started. His skin was growing yellow again, and his bones jutted out of his skin in a sickly way. She looked at his hollowed out face, and realized that if this had never happened, he would have probably been quite beautiful.

"Dave, are you awake?" She whispered, leaning down in front of him. He grunted, but did not move. She lied, "I think its time we took you home."

"No." He was panting, "Enjoy your picnic… just ignore me."

"We are going home." Rose said in a final tone, "Can you stand?"

"Don't fucking baby me." He snapped, pushing against the tree to try and push himself to his feet, "Like I told you before, I don't need your fucking charity."

Rose nodded, she reached over anyway to help him stand, when he suddenly cried out in pain and doubled over.

"Dave!" She gasped, she could hear Kanaya running over behind them, as her brother collapsed in her arms, clenching his sides and screaming in pain.

Going on this picnic was a bad idea.

… … …

It had been hours. Hours of waiting in the Hospital's Waiting Room. She had sat in a chair, nervously knitting a red and orange scarf.

"That is an interesting colour palette you have chosen this time, Rose."

Rose looked up as she saw Kanaya re-enter the waiting room, carrying two cups of that cheap, tar-tasting coffee they sold at the small coffee shop within the hospital. Rose nodded a thanks as she handed her a cup.

"This is for Dave." Rose promised, "I know he will like these colours."

"I believe you are right." Kanaya nodded, "I bet he will love it."

"Thank you." Rose sighed, placing the knitting down to take a sip of the coffee.

The two sat there in silence for what felt like all day. The afternoon had already turned to evening, and the sky was growing steadily more dark. She felt Kanaya's head rest against her shoulder, and let her friend drift off as she continued to knit.

When the sky was completely dark, and Rose could see the stars through the windows of the Waiting Room, the door to the Emergency finally opened.

"Ms. Lalonde?" A Nurse said, poking her head out from between the doors. Rose gently shook Kanaya awake, and the two stood up. Rose quickly put the scarf in her purse and headed off after the nurse.

The Nurse led them up three flights of stairs until they reached a room. She pushed the door open and ushered Rose and Kanaya in. "The Doctor will be here to talk to you shortly."

Rose nodded, "Thank you."

The Nurse did not reply, she just turned and shut the door, leaving the two women locked in. Rose turned away from the door and walked over to the curtained off area of the room, pushing the curtains open to look inside. The sight inside nearly made her weak in the knees.

Dave was laying in the bed, a respirator attached to his face, and tubes sticking out of his arm. His eyes were closed, and his body was frightenly still. Rose pushed up a chair to his bedside, barely aware of Kanaya doing the same thing.

Mechanically, Rose reached out and grabbed his hand. It was cold… and deep within Rose, she felt something snap. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. She tried to shield her face from Kanaya, but the other girl knew her too well. Rose felt her friend grab her free hand, and give it a light squeeze.

All her life, Rose had been waiting to meet her brother. She would wait out front as a child, or stay up late at night and wonder where he was, if he was still alive. She would lay in bed, and imagine him coming up from the blue, walking up their driveway with a large smile. Every time the phone rang, a little spark in her chest would wish it was either her brother, or whoever took her brother in. The moment her mother died, she immediately hired a private investigator to find him… but had quickly lost hope after he had found no leads came up - well, no leads until an anonymous tipster pointed her in the right direction…

As she got older, she always imagined this could be the case. She had seen it happen over and over again as a therapist. Children flourish under the wing of their birth parents, and crime rates in children who a - for some circumstance or another - are removed from their birth parents, dramatically rise. She always wondered if one of the poor saps who sat on her couch, and cried about their lives to her was her brother. But none had ever been.

And how here he was, laying in a hospital bed…

It was too much. She felt her shoulders shake, but struggled to keep still. Kanaya wrapped her arms around Rose comfortingly, and she unconsciously leaned into her friend.

The door finally opened again, and Rose jumped a little. Kanaya released her, as the two turned their heads to watch the Doctor walk back in.

"Good evening, Ms. Lalonde, Ms. Maryam." He said flatly,

"What happened to him?" Rose asked.

The Doctor pulled up a chair, "Remember last year, when I told you his kidneys were slightly damaged as well?"

"But not as bad as his liver." Rose finished.

"Yes." He nodded, "Well, the toxin's in his blood, that his liver can no longer filter out, are doing a number on them. One kidney is failing."

"Well then, take one of mine." Rose snapped,

"If it was that simple Rose," The Doctor sighed, "We would also ask if you were willing to spare half your liver." She frowned, but he continued talking, "Though you two are twins, you are not identical twins, you are fraternal twins. Which explains the different eye colours, and body height, and etcetera. You both also have different blood types. Your organs will not work in his body. There is no need to panic yet, his other kidney is still functioning at about seventy percent."

Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, the doctor continued talking.

"Though, it may be a good idea to get Rick to make a final will… just in case."

"In the state he is in now, how long does he have?" Rose asked, struggling to keep all emotion from her voice,

"Anywhere between a few weeks, to a few months. The failing kidney is still running at about, twenty percent." He stated, "So who knows? If we keep him on kidney and liver dialysis, we may possible squeeze a year out of him."

"And how long will it take for a new liver to become available?" Rose pleaded,

"In his state, we can probably push his papers further. We will try and get him a new liver as soon as possible Ms. Lalonde."

"Thank you." Rose nodded.

She looked back at Dave, "Just out of curiosity, and you don't have to give me names, but what are the state of the other two patients waiting for the liver?"

"Well, you are in luck with one." The Doctor explained, "A family member finally stepped up and offered one of them half his liver. The other one is a kid who was born with a defective liver. I am sure he can hold off longer then Rick can."

"He must not know of that." Rose said. If Dave knew that the other patient was someone who 'did not put himself there', he would never accept the liver… though at this point, Rose was willing to overpower him and force him into the surgery.

"When will he wake up?" Rose jumped. She had totally forgotten Kanaya still sat beside her, So when she spoke, it startled her.

"Not until tomorrow." The Doctor promised, "We have him on some heavy narcotics because of the liver and kidney dialysis. You two could probably go home, we will call you if there are any changes."

Rose nodded, standing up, "Thank you. We shall be back first thing in the morning."

He nodded, getting up to open the door for them.

She was suddenly glad her mother left so much alcohol in the house… because she was going to need it.


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