AIDS Chapter 3
The final stage of my HIV and now AIDS came slowly but surely. I knew that soon I would have to say good-bye. I knew I was dying, and I had a hard time accepting it. But when I did, Trowa was there for me, wholeheartetdly.
"Trowa," I sobbed, "I'm dying. I know it. I can practically feel my body shutting down."
"Shh," he shushed me. "Everything is gonna be all right. I promise. You know why?"
I didn't.
"Because I love you."
"I love you, too," I sniffled.
We then shared a deep, sensual kiss.
In the later months of my final stage of HIV, I developed Kaposi's sarcoma, which are sores, all over my body. I started chemotherapy, and I lost my hair. The chemo made me sick enough, but then came flu season. Sense my immune system was shot, I think it's obvious to say I was more susceptible to influenza. I woke up one morning, knowing this was it, my last day on earth.
I dragged myself out of bed and into the kitchen.
"Trowa," I managed, "I need a doctor."
And I collapsed right then and there.
I awoke in the hospital, being wheeled to a room in the ER. I heard Trowa's voice somewhere far-off.
"Quatre!" it screamed. "Stay with me! Don't die on me!"
Finally I saw his face, and the other guys' faces as well.
"Quatre," Duo said, "you'll get through this."
"No," I breathed, "I won't. Good-bye, all of you. I love you all."
And I closed my eyes.
Three months later…
"Trowa," Dr. Hiram sighed, "you have AIDS."
Authors note: And it begins again! R&R