DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mark, Roger (I wish I did), or Rent
LAST BREATH
Breathing was so hard now. The air seemed to rattle in his lungs and each breath was painful. A coughing fit seemed almost to tear his chest apart. He felt so cold. No amount of blankets could help the warmth invade his painfully thin body. All he wanted was for it to be over now. It wasn't so scary when you came to it; dieing. It would be the release he'd dreamed of for so long now. Every now and then someone would come in to the room and check something on one of the various machines he was connected to. He didn't notice them anymore. Even the strange smell in hospitals seems to disappear when you've been there for a while. What he wanted the most was for someone to be there with him, so he wouldn't have to do it alone, but they were all gone. Most of his friends were dead, and he'd driven away the last of them because he loved him. He hadn't wanted for him to have to see him like this. Memories of the good times; they were what he'd wanted him to have, but now all he wanted was to feel warm breath on his cheek as Mark whispered "I love you" and held him tight. Sometimes he thought that Mark was there with him, but then he'd disappear again as if it was just a dream. Memories from long ago crept uninvited into his head. He remembered singing, and laughing, and a video camera, but most of all he remembered how happy he'd felt when they were together. After Mimi died he'd thought that he would rather be dead too, so that he could be with her and for a long time it was all he thought of. But Mark had rescued him. He had broken through the barriers he'd put up and seen inside. He'd seen the fear of being hurt again and had worked at it until it was almost gone, and then he'd promised to be there forever. Another coughing fit seized his body and this time there was blood on his pillow. It wouldn't be long now; he was getting scared. He didn't want to die. Why did he have to die alone?
* * * * * * As he sat in the hard chair next to the hospital bed, holding on to his best friend, his love's hand, tears flowed unbidden down his cheeks. He would do anything to reverse time, but it was over now. He was dead. After Roger had tried to send him away he had just waited until he had the opportunity to slip back in unnoticed. It was the least he could do for the man who'd been the most important thing in his life for so many years now. He shouldn't have to die alone. Roger hadn't even known that Mark was there in the last few days, but he'd had been by his side the whole time, holding his hand and whispering "I love you".
LAST BREATH
Breathing was so hard now. The air seemed to rattle in his lungs and each breath was painful. A coughing fit seemed almost to tear his chest apart. He felt so cold. No amount of blankets could help the warmth invade his painfully thin body. All he wanted was for it to be over now. It wasn't so scary when you came to it; dieing. It would be the release he'd dreamed of for so long now. Every now and then someone would come in to the room and check something on one of the various machines he was connected to. He didn't notice them anymore. Even the strange smell in hospitals seems to disappear when you've been there for a while. What he wanted the most was for someone to be there with him, so he wouldn't have to do it alone, but they were all gone. Most of his friends were dead, and he'd driven away the last of them because he loved him. He hadn't wanted for him to have to see him like this. Memories of the good times; they were what he'd wanted him to have, but now all he wanted was to feel warm breath on his cheek as Mark whispered "I love you" and held him tight. Sometimes he thought that Mark was there with him, but then he'd disappear again as if it was just a dream. Memories from long ago crept uninvited into his head. He remembered singing, and laughing, and a video camera, but most of all he remembered how happy he'd felt when they were together. After Mimi died he'd thought that he would rather be dead too, so that he could be with her and for a long time it was all he thought of. But Mark had rescued him. He had broken through the barriers he'd put up and seen inside. He'd seen the fear of being hurt again and had worked at it until it was almost gone, and then he'd promised to be there forever. Another coughing fit seized his body and this time there was blood on his pillow. It wouldn't be long now; he was getting scared. He didn't want to die. Why did he have to die alone?
* * * * * * As he sat in the hard chair next to the hospital bed, holding on to his best friend, his love's hand, tears flowed unbidden down his cheeks. He would do anything to reverse time, but it was over now. He was dead. After Roger had tried to send him away he had just waited until he had the opportunity to slip back in unnoticed. It was the least he could do for the man who'd been the most important thing in his life for so many years now. He shouldn't have to die alone. Roger hadn't even known that Mark was there in the last few days, but he'd had been by his side the whole time, holding his hand and whispering "I love you".