YAYAY! I not only got my old computer fixed, I also have a new desktop! BRAND NEW! Heck yes! So, here's your next chapter. Please enjoy: I know it's short, but I think it's worth it!
Disclaimer: I (obviously) don't own Degrassi. That's sort of a given, people.
The sun rose and shone brightly through a hospital window that morning, only to nearly blind the just-opening eyes of Dylan Mikalchuck. He squinted at the orangey radiance and turned his gaze the man laying in the bed next to his chair, the man that he loved. It all came flooding back to Dylan: the promise, the park…and the diagnosis. He slowly rose to his weak feet (from sleeping in that darned chair all night) and knelt by his love's lifeless, or at least, for the moment, body. He gently stroked Marco's cold hand and a tear trickled down his face.
"Marco…oh, Marco…This…this is…you didn't deserve this. I wish it were me! You don't know how bad I wish I were in your position. I love you, baby. It seems like every time we get going good, something like this happens! I promise, when you wake up, nothing is going to keep us apart," he was silent for a moment, looking at the younger man's face, "I guess, what I'm trying to say is…I'm s-sorry…so, so sorry,"
"It's okay, Dyl," Marco opened his eyes and took a peak at his boyfriend, crying at his side. Dylan slowly lifted his head in shock; Marco was awake! He was alive!
"Marco? Oh my…God," Dylan moved forward slightly, still amazed by what he saw before him. He lifted his hand to touch his Marco's cheek gently, but just before he could feel the olive skin underneath his hand…he woke up.
Dylan took a moment to get over his disappointment of the dream's end and opened his eyes to an empty hospital bed. He examined it for a second, millions of thoughts going through his head all at once. What if…NO! He briefly considered the fact that the man he loved could have…..well….died…and then, with a whispered "No," he rose from the chair. The tall boy ran a hand through his head full of curls, still comprehending all that the empty bed could mean. A loud creaking sound came from the door to the room and Dylan's attention was focused on that spot, particularly, the man in the doorway.
Marco.
"Morning," he said still weakly, hair still a mess from not being straightened in a while.
"M-Marco?" Dylan almost mouthed the words they were so soft.
"Hey, Dyl," He walked slowly towards the older boy. His skin was paler than usual, and his happy grin had left him for the moment, but he was more beautiful than ever in Dylan's opinion.
"Oh my God," he reached out to run his hand through the slightly shorter boy's hair and pulled him into a tight hug, "What? How? Never mind, I don't have to know. All that matters is you're here now," Dylan smiled brightly at the man he had missed so much through all of this, and for the first time since that night, Marco smiled back.
You likey? Good. Now reviewy. LOL! You guys didn't really think I'd let Marco die, did you? HAH! Loser. (Just kidding. I love you all) I promise next chapter will be longer. Sorry! Love, Liz ;)