Forever
Chapter 10: The Kiss
By: Cimmy

(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Second to last chapter, everyone. Ah, I promised to finish it before 2004, didn't I? Ha. A bit of clarification; if 'ghost' Guy fades away, 'real' Guy dies. I told you it was weird and confusing... No shout-outs; and the first one to spot how I changed the title of chapter 9 receives a cookie. It's not a ghost-Guy, but it's chocolate.

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Connie was determined that she wouldn't give up without a fight. What did Guy know? He'd been acting irrational all day, and now he was having a bright moment? No.

The rest of the Ducks were sleeping when she got back to the ICU. Just the name implied otherwise. 'Intensive care'. Why give him intensive care if he would eventually die anyway? Connie shook her head. No, Guy was not going to die.

"Hey, why are you all sleeping?" she shrieked into Charlie's ear. He quickly got to his feet.

"Because it's night? Oh, look who's back. The delirious princess. How's the disillusion going?"

"Away," she growled. Guy hadn't showed up at all since she left him by the dance pavilion. For some reason she couldn't get herself to think 'good riddance'. Was he really gone this time?

Charlie shrugged. "So, are you here to yell some more, or what?"

"No, I'm checking up on Guy. How is he?"

"Like before. They think he might wake up."

"They 'think'? Shouldn't they know?"

Connie hurried over to the glass window and gazed in. Nothing had changed since her last visit. He was still in that bed, with the IV and machines disrupting the familiar sight of Guy. The only thing changed was that there were no tubes connected to him anymore, but it was still an awful sight. "I miss him," she whispered. Charlie nodded.

"I know. We all do."

"He's gonna make it, right?"

"It's Guy. Of course he will."

Connie put her hand on the handle, deciding to go inside and talk to Guy. "We're not allowed to go in," Charlie reminded her, but Connie didn't care the slightest what Charlie said.

"I'm allowed to do whatever I want," she explained, making Charlie snort. "You can keep a lookout."

"I'm not your personal slave. If you're going in, I can go in too."

"No, you can't."

"Says who?" Charlie smirked. Connie went inside and slammed the door close. "Hey!"

"I say," Connie muttered and went over to the bed. At first she didn't know what to do. And Charlie was disturbing her by knocking on the window over and over again. Instead of wasting her breath on him, Connie sat down on the chair next to the bed. "Hey, Guy. I was just going to see how you were. You're okay, right?"

She took his hand to hold it in her own, and then she tried to come up with something more to say. "I was going to tell you about the ring I found. You see, you can't die. Because we're getting married, right? You promised that you'd stay with me, no matter what. So you better keep that promise, or else God probably won't let you into heaven."

"He can't hear you," Charlie said from the door.

"Oh, congrats, you found the doorknob," she muttered. "He can hear me. He's just resting right now."

"Connie..."

"No! Listen to me, Charlie. I know this, because he told me."

"What?"

"You don't understand," she mumbled. "He promised he wouldn't leave me. He told me he promised to God, and why make such a promise if he wasn't going to keep it?"

"I didn't say that."

Connie looked up, not only to find Guy over by the wall, but also to find the rest of the team looking at her. "You did," she gasped for air. Then she turned her head down, sobbing quietly. "You did."

"No, I didn't. That was regarding my absence to bouncing. Remember?"

"Don't joke about this! You were the one who told me that he was going to die!"

"I haven't said anything!" Charlie exclaimed, taking one step closer.

"This is getting too weird," Connie said, wiping away her tears. "I think you should leave."

"Yeah, maybe I should," Guy replied.

"Maybe you should all leave?" Connie suggested. "I want to be alone."

Just as she was about to tell them to leave her alone again, something started to beep. Connie let go of Guy's hand and got up. "Oh, no!"

"Connie, what did you do?" Charlie asked.

"I didn't do anything."

"Did you touch a button?" Fulton said.

"No! I didn't touch anything! Oh, God, this isn't happening," Connie howled, frustrated and scared. "Do something. Get the nurse."

Connie was shoved away from the bed and over to the door by the doctor who came bursting in a second later. She stumbled right into Charlie, and of course Guy. "I told you to leave," she growled. "Why did you come back?"

"I thought it was stupid to not spend the last hour with you, just because of some fight."

"It wasn't a fight. And I still want you to leave." Connie turned her head, and noticed that she was alone in the room with the doctor and nurses, except for Guy, but he didn't really count, since he wasn't for real.

"No, you don't. I just came here to tell you..."

"Oh, great. More announcements. Don't tell me, you're pregnant."

"Very funny. Could you listen to me?"

Connie nodded and moved closer. "Tell me."

"I wanted to tell you that I had a really nice time on our date. We should do that more often."

"Don't you mean 'we should've', Guy?"

"I just want one more wish. One last wish, please."

"Before you die? Forget it. You're not dying."

"Please, Connie!"

A louder beeping sound made her turn her attention to the medical team. "Make him not die. That's my wish."

"I can't do that. I don't have those kinds of powers," Guy said. The longer she looked at him, the more 'real' he became. "I'm touchable again," he smiled sadly. "And I have one last wish."

"I don't want to lose you."

"It would mean a lot to me, if you gave me one last kiss."

Connie sniffled a little. "Yeah, wouldn't that be the ultimate weird thing to do right now. Kiss something that doesn't exist."

"They're not looking," Guy pointed out, looking at the people outside the room. "They're occupied with their own stuff."

"Will that make you shut up?"

"Try me."

Connie smiled through her tears, but she still felt some hesitation. It wasn't really Guy, she knew that. For all she knew, she could still be in the bathroom, passed out or something. It could all be a dream. Maybe she was still gazing out through the window back at her house, so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't realized that it was all fictional?

He deserved one kiss. He did. So she leaned up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Never had she felt so sad and so happy at the same time.

Connie lost both herself and all the circumstances in the kiss, forgetting about everything, hoping that this would wake her up from the nightmare.

But it didn't. Instead she heard an unsettling, intense beep. "He's flat lined," Connie heard one of the nurses say.

The next thing she knew, Guy was gone.

He promised me.

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Author's Note: This is the third re-write of this chapter, and I hope it isn't as bad as the first draft. If you excuse me, I'm going to go re-write the definite ending for the fifth time now.