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A/N: ...Story.

After the Rain

Chirruping.

Despite the gloomy appearance of the outside, life was still bustling outside.

A set of dark brown eyes stared restlessly out the window, Ellie Nash came up from behind him, "You did really good Marco." He said, "Sure."

"Really, you did. I'm very proud of you."

The young Del Rossi sighed, turning to her, "What's your point?" She tilted her head, "They're letting the guests look into the coffin. I thought you'd want one last chance to say goodbye." Marco thought about it a moment and agreed to do it, it might be his last chance. He walked with her up to where the coffin was placed, Jimmy and Spinner was ahead of them.

Soon it was there turn and Marco peered one last time at the man he loved. He was dressed in a black suit and deathly pale, lips were covered in pink to not look blue and a peaceful expression was on his face.

What got to Marco, was the noticeable thin scar by his left temple.

Ellie noticed something was wrong when his fingers froze up in her hand, she turned just in time to see him pass out cold in front of everyone.

Lucky that Mr. Michalchuk was standing nearby to catch him before his head hit the floor.

Panic insumed and people ran out of the funeral parlor, Mrs. Michalchuk and Paige began freaking out, and someone got ill all over themselves. Mr. Michalchuk ordered to Spinner, "Call the ambulance."

Ellie interrupted rudely, "Wait, I think he's waking up." She called Marco's name several times, rubbing his hand in between hers. The boy did awake to his tension-filled surroundings and only a single memory was playing in his head.

There was screaming, everywhere. Paramedics rushed onto the ice to take away the unmoving body of Dylan Michalchuk.

Marco's cheering had died in his throat when Dylan dropped. The darker boy didn't move in the stands, he was completely still. He kept thinking to himself as fans rushed past him to get out of the hockey arena, that his boyfriend was ok, he could take a hit. The only thing he was feeling was confusion.

When Marco looked around, no one was around him and he went out into the parking lot, spotting Paige and Spinner down the way, looking very worried. Marco asked them, "What's going on? Is he ok?"

Spinner's voice trailed away, "I saw an ambulance pass by...."

Marco's heart was pounding, was it that bad? Did he break something? Paige suddenly turned calm, "Ok, we'll take Dylan's car and meet my parents at the hospital." The boy nodded and they all climbed in and she drove them to the emergency section of the hospital near Degrassi. They sprinted inside past kids with broken limbs and overdosed bodies. They saw Mr. and Mrs. Michalchuk standing by the E.R doors, just as confused as they were. Paige asked them breathlessly, "Mom, Dad, what's going on?" Mr. Michalchuk was pale, "We didn't know yet."

As if on cue, a doctor came from behind the E.R doors, he asked, "The Michalchuks?"

Dylan's mother nodded, fear in her blue eyes.

"I am sorry, but your son is dead. Again, I am terribly sorry, it was a direct head injury. He was dead before they reached him on the ice so he didn't suffer. It was instantanous. If there had been anything we could have done, we would have."

No one moved, or even breathed. Meaningless thoughts ran through Marco's head.

Paige asked in a robotic voice, "What do you mean he's dead? He's been hurt before. . ."

The doctor was about to speak when her father said too placidly, "Paige, go home. Just go home and let your Mother and I handle this."

She screeched, "HE'S NOT DEAD!"

Marco winced, it hadn't suck in yet, maybe, maybe Paige was right...

Spinner took her into his arms and smoothed back her bangs comfortingly, Marco heard her murmur over and over, "They're lying. . .he's not dead. . .they're lying. . .he's not dead. . ."

Not dead.

Not.

Dead.