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"I love you so very much Al. Always remember that. I will love you to eternity." Gabrielle said as she looked into her son's eyes.
She hugged Al and gave him a kiss on the cheek. All Al could do was hold her, a sad expression on his face.
She drew back and looked at him one last time. Then she turned and moved toward the bright white light that was beckoning to her.
Al suddenly realized he didn't want her to go, and began to shout to her,"Mom! Don't go! Wait mom, let me go in your place!"
When she just kept walking, Al began to run after her. He was just about to reach her when she vanished into thin air. Panting heavily, Al looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of her white dress she was wearing in the darkness. When he didn't see her, he began to scream out as the tears fell down his face, "MOM!"
Al trashed around on the bed, drenched in sweat, moaning out loud. With one final thrust, Al woke himself up with a start. He sat up and looked at the other side of the bed only to realize that Marcie wasn't there. He looked around the bedroom for her in the darkness, and when he wasn't able to see anything, he began to yell out her name.
"Marcie! Marcie, where are you? Marcie!" Tears began to run down his face again as he struggled to free himself from the tangled sheets that were wrapped around him. He tried to step out of them, only to fall to the floor.
Marcie walked out of the bathroom, her robe wrapped tightly around her, her hair up in a towel. She noticed Al still struggling to free himself on the floor, and immediately went to him.
"Al, Al, what are you doing?" She asked as she knelt beside him. When he didn't respond right away, she grabbed his arms and forced him to look at her. "AL! What are you doing?"
Al mind finally noticed that she was there, and he looked at her for a second before crushing himself into her chest as he began to sob again. Marcie was shocked at what she had just witnessed, and all she could do was hold onto him.
"Marcie, I was so scared," Al said in between small sobs. "I had a nightmare and I woke up, and you weren't there. Marcie, I was so scared."
"It's okay, Al. I am here, I'm right here." Marcie said as her arms wrapped around him tightly. She began to rock him back and forth to try and calm him down a little.
"Where were you? I was so scared. I was screaming your name and you didn't answer," Al said, beginning to calm down.
"I was in the bathroom, taking a shower. I didn't hear your screaming until I turned the water off." Marie said, bringing one of her hands up to tame the wild hairs that were sticking up along his brow line.
"I was so scared." Al said, clinging to her more tightly. Marcie didn't say anything, just held him and continued to rock back and forth.
After about five minutes, she said, "Al, my legs are falling asleep. Can we move onto the bed?" Al just nodded into her chest. She helped him untangle himself from the sheets, then helped him back into the bed. He laid down and she sat on the edge to the bed and freed her wet hair from the towel, looking down at him.
"Tell me about your dream." Marcie said to him. Al looked away from her, and out the window, watching the rain that had begun to beat against the window.
Marcie decided enough was enough. "Al, look at me."
Al hesitated, then looked at her. "Do you remember when you stayed with me that night after you found me in the dumpster?" Marcie asked. Al nodded.
She continued, "Remember how I didn't want to tell you what happened, but you made me trust you so much that I told you?" Al said nothing, but continued to look at her.
"I am asking you to see that I want you to trust me, so that you can tell me everything that is troubling you. Al, you shouldn't be going through this all by yourself. I want you to share with me, so that I can help you get through this."
Al looked back out the window, still not saying anything. Marcie looked at him as he looked away, then sighed in frustration. She got up off the bed and headed toward the door of the bedroom.
"Marcie, wait." She heard him say. "Please don't leave." She turned on her heel to look at him. She saw that he was looking at her, a look of desperation on his face. "Fine, I will tell you. Just don't leave me."
The two of them were lying on the bed, facing each other. Al first told Marcie about his nightmare. He cried as he spoke, and Marcie found herself wiping away a couple of tears as she held his hand.
"...and I couldn't find her, and I panicked. Then I guess I woke myself up and I couldn't find you, so I panicked even more." Al finished.
Marcie sighed and said, "Al, you know that she loved you so much. She did what any mother would do for their child."
"But I feel like I could've done something to prevent this from happening..." Al said.
"Now stop it." Marcie said. "In a way, this is almost as much my fault as it is yours. If I hadn't given you that virus, you wouldn't have needed the transplant. There was nothing really that could've prevented this from happening. Maybe it was just your mother's time to go, Al."
Al remained silent as he watched the rain. Marcie stared at him in silence for a minute, then reached out to cup his face. "Are you feeling a little better?"
Al looked at her and nodded. "A little bit." He said. "I am glad that I told you."
Marcie decided to push a little further and asked, "Tell me what's wrong, Al. Tell me what you refuse to tell Dr. Kren."
Al didn't want to tell her, not because he didn't feel that he could trust her, but because he wasn't ready to face that himself.
So instead of talking, he leaned forward and kissed her lightly. She was shocked at first, thinking that he was going to answer her question, but she quickly responded to his kiss. He deepened the kiss and traced her mouth with his tongue, begging her silently for access. She granted it and opened her mouth to him.
Al rolled forward so that he was practically on top of her as their tongues continued to dance with each other. Al's mouth left hers and began to trace a trail down her jawline. Marcie moaned as he quickly found a sensitive spot on her ear that he discovered the last time that they made love.
Al's hands left her shoulders and moved toward the knot that was keeping her robe closed. Marcie laid her hands on his and said, "Al, I don't think we should do this yet. Your stitches are still healing..." she began.
"Please, Marcie." Al pleaded, pulling away to look in her eyes. "It's been too long. Besides, Larry said that the stitches were healing just fine at my last visit, and that we can probably take them out in a couple of days."
"I don't know, Al. I really don't want to hurt you, and besides, I don;t think that we have any protection around here." Marcie said.
"Marcie, I don't care. I just want to be with you right now. No, I NEED to be with you right now," Al said.
Marcie looked into his eyes and saw a mix of emotion, love, fear, passion, and lust just to name a few. She didn't really want to deny him what he wanted, she wanted it as much as he did. But she was worried that she would hurt him.
"Please, I love you so much, and I want to make love to you. Please Marcie." Al begged, as he leaned in to capture her lips again.
Marcie broke the kiss and looked at him again, then said, "All right, Al. Make love to me.
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