Chapter 11: The End
By: Cimmy
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: I have completed a story! I have completed a story! Ah, okay, now when I'm done singing, read the final part. Well, Chelsea is going to kill me, but besides from that... I hope you like the ending. He, he. Short, pointless and ridiculously fluffy.
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Connie threw herself over the bed, yanking Guy's arm. "Guy! Can you hear me?"
"Connie, I think you have to move," Charlie instructed with a low voice.
"No! You can't let him die! He's not supposed to die!"
"There's nothing they can do for him anymore."
"Of course there is!" Connie exclaimed, crying violently. "He promised me! Can't you give him oxygen or something?"
"Oxygen?"
"I don't know! We can't just stand here and let him die!" Connie screamed. "He is still alive."
"He's got no pulse. His heart doesn't beat, Connie."
Connie ignored Charlie and turned to Guy instead. "Please Guy, do it for me. Do it for us. This is nothing, we can survive this. The college problem was nothing compared this, and whatever trouble we stumble upon in the future will be solved too. But you have to wake up. Just... Breathe. Just breathe."
Charlie watched the heart monitor, but nothing changed. In theory, Guy was still dead. "Connie..."
"He can hear me, Charlie. Trust me." Connie leaned over Guy, tracing her fingers over his face. "I heard you, Guy. I love you too. And I have one last wish... It would mean a lot to me, if you gave me one last kiss. You owe me that much, don't you think?"
She moved closer, tears leaking from her eyes, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Thank you, Guy."
Breathless, she looked up on the monitor. That was all she could do to save him. Tell him how much she loved him. It had to be enough, right? It just had to.
An excruciating silence settled over the room, aside from the painfully sharp sound from the monitor. Until suddenly, it made a short stop. Then a beep. Then another beep.
Connie put her hand on Guy's face. "Guy? Can you hear me?" she gasped.
Slowly, Guy's eyes fluttered open. "Connie? What are you doing here?"
"I was... I was looking for you," she smiled happily. Charlie walked around the bed to join her side. "You're alive."
"Of course I am," Guy said. "Why wouldn't I be? Where am I, anyway?"
Connie laughed. "You're alive!"
"Yes, I'm aware of that now. Charlie, what are you doing here?"
Charlie put his hand on Connie's shoulder. "So, I guess your insanity paid off, huh?" he smiled. "How are you, Guy?"
"My throat hurts."
"Is that all? You almost died!" Connie exclaimed.
"Don't pay attention to her, she's losing her mind. They had to intubate you, so that's why..."
"You're alive," Connie interrupted.
"Did you lose your speech or something?"
Connie sniffled a little, with a wide, happy smile on her face. "No. I just... I can't believe this. You're really here. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my entire life. And relieved."
Guy blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the light. He felt as if he'd been asleep for a month, and was just waking up from a really bizarre dream. "What's with the upset look?"
"You don't remember?"
"I can't say that I do," he smiled, tired and a bit confused.
"You said that you would never leave me and that nothing would happen to us. And that you'd always be with me. You said that you would always love me, and quite honestly, that you need a life. And I'm your life, right here. That's what you said, and that's what I'm saying. And that's what happened."
"You're adorable when you rant, darling," Guy smiled.
Connie smiled back.
"Until death do us part, Guy."
"No."
"No?"
"Our love can't be stopped by something as trivial as death. It will live on forever, and even overcome death."
"Forever?"
"Forever," Guy promised. Then he frowned. "Is that my ring?"
"It's my ring now," Connie just smiled.
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Author's
Note: I don't have any more inspiration, so this is
the end. I hope you liked it, even though the ending might be a bit too
adorable. Ah, well, everything can't be angsty, right? I'm going to go hide
now, in case Chelsea becomes violent.