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He curled up on his bed, face buried in one of Diana's many pink sweaters. "Why?" He choked out, tears wetting the sweater.
Long fingers clutched at the fluffy piece of clothing as he sobbed into the sweater. "No, no, no, why her? Why Di?"
"It's not fair..." He whispered later, when his tears had been spent.
M-M-M
"You can go in to see her now." The short doctor informed him, fussing out of Diana's room.
Martin stood quietly and walked through the door. Sitting in the chair beside her bed, he spoke in a low tone. "Hey."
She opened her eyes to look at him. "Hey Mart."
He surveyed her from the chair beside her bed. She had always -at least since he had known her- been slender. Now she was thinner than was healthy. Her cheekbones protruded from her face, giving her a gaunt appearance.
A slight hand on his woke him out of his thoughts. "Well, are you going to stare at me all day or say something?"
"Wha-" He started to ask her something, but tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over and running down already tear-stained cheeks. Falling from the chair to his knees beside the bed, he sobbed into her side. "Why you, Diana? Why you?" A whisper left his lips, muffled by the cloth he sobbed into. Her pale hand touched his hair, stroking it.
"It's alright, Marti-" She started.
"No it's not damn alright! You're dying and I can't do a single fucking thing about it!" He growled, straightening and looking down into her eyes.
"Martin-" She was cut off again by him as his lips fell to hers. Her eyes shot wide open and she gasped as he pressed her into the low bed. As he kissed her, her eyes slipped closed and she kissed back. As their lips gently moved against each other, a swirl of feelings shot through Diana, paralyzing her. Her thin hands wound around his neck and one tangled itself in his short golden hair.
One of Martin's hands found it's way to her waist. The other held her head as he pulled her closer to him. He broke away to take a breath. Dragging in air, he captured her lips once more, crushing them. She moaned into his mouth as he took possession of her lips. Taking the moan as an advantage, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Shuddering as he ravaged her mouth, she tried to pull him closer to her.
The hand on her waist traveled downwards, touching her hip before sliding back upwards. As his hand brushed over one of her breasts, she gasped and arched into him, making him moan. Her eyes crept open, hazed momentarily before clearing. She slid backwards, pushing him away. "No-no, Martin." She breathed, trying to catch her breath. He reached for her, only to have her scoot away. "We can't. I'm sick, I can't risk you getting sick as well."
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." He quipped, sitting on the bed and pulling her into his arms. She stiffened, thinking.
A hand, big and callused but still gentle, started stroking her hair, another wrapping gently around her waist. She relaxed into his grip, sighing and closing her eyes. After several minutes of silence, she spoke almost inaudibly. "Martin...I don't want to die."
"And I don't want you to die." He whispered back. "I am going to do everything I can to find a cure for you." He breathed into her ear, nuzzling her neck.
She shuddered under his touch. Tears slowly streaked her face. "Diana?" She turned and buried her head in his chest, sobbing into him.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" She cried in between sobs.
Martin held her tightly, murmuring to her.
She cried herself to sleep that night in his arms.
M-M-M
Martin opened one eye and blinked blearily. Where was he, why was it all white, and why was there something in his arms? He looked down and found a sleeping Diana in his arms. Then he remembered that he was down in the med wing of the Center.
"Oh good. You are awake." A voice, deep but pleasant said. He turned slightly and saw a dark-haired woman sitting in the chair beside the bed. She was in a nurse's uniform and had a...blood pack in her mouth?
"Uh..." The strange woman laughed and set aside the blood pack.
"I am Diana's personal nurse, Talia. And the reason for the blood pack is I am a vampire." She explained as she moved around the room, readying a needle and other things. At the word vampire, Martin almost shot out of the bed.
Aiming his U-Watch at her, he asked,"Why aren't you all ugly and gray?"
"Mr. Mystery, not all vampires are evil." Talia said, kneeling by Diana with a needle in hand. "And that is not a nice thing to ask a girl."
"What are you doing?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Giving her painkillers. Or would you rather see her cry for hours on end in pain?" She queried, with a sarcastic tinge to her tone. Martin lowered his U-watch and let her inject Diana. "Alright. I will be back in about half an hour with food. Will you still be here or are you going to school?" She asked as she pulled her gloves off and put the bottle of painkiller away.
"I...I'll be at school." He answered her question quietly, turning and making his way from the room.
M-M-M
"Martin!" One of Diana's friends ran up to him. "Martin, where's Diana? She hasn't been in school in days." He choked on the apple he was eating.
"S-she won't be coming back." Was all he said, moving away from the other girl.
"But-"
"Ask the principal." He leaned against the lockers, pulling his books out. It was going to be a long day, with no Diana to nag at him.
A Month Later
"Hey Diana." Martin said, stretching and whispering into her ear. "Wakey-wakey." She moved in his arms as he shifted positions. He got up, laying her down gently and moving to the small microwave and refrigerator that had been moved into the room. Pouring a glass of milk, he squirted chocolate syrup into it. Stirring, he set it into the microwave. Returning to the bed, he started talking to the motionless girl.
Talia stood just outside the room, tears shining in her eyes and knuckles firmly pressed to her lips. She was shaking, watching Martin talk. Turning, she left to get M.O.M.
has no one told you she's not breathing?
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