Ok. Not my first Dff. I just started it. Hope you like it. R&R please. You know you want to...+.+
Marco lay still on the ground. Not a stir not a sound nor a blink of an eye.
"Marco! Marco wake up!" Dylan shook him vigorously, tears spouting from his eyen. "Somebody call an ambulance!"
A few people gathered around watching with horrified looks as Marco lay bleeding in the street. Dylan clutched him tightly, as if he were to let go he would be gone. Sirens began to wail somewhere far in the distance. They began to grow closer and soon enough they pulled up next to the two boys in the street. Dylan didn't want to let go let alone have Marco out of his sight so he rode next to him on the way to the hospital.
What seemed like a few hours later after basically going insane in the overly clean living room a doctor walked in and tapped Dylan on the shoulder. Dylan looked up at the man in the white coat, his eyes red and still dripping with tears.
"Are you the one who came with Mr. Delrossi?" He said in a stern voice.
"Y...yeah." Dylan whimpered.
"Well we had to perform emergency surgery on him. He had a pretty bad cut on his shoulder and he hit his head pretty hard. I don't think there is going to be any permanent damage but he is going to need some healing time. Are you related to him?"
"No." Dylan said softly. "I'm his boyfriend. I tried to call his parents but they didn't pick up." Dylan sniffled.
"You can see him if you want. He most likely won't be able to respond. The police are on their way. They want to get a statement from you. Don't worry son," he put his hand on Dylan's shoulder. "We'll get whoever did this to him."
"Thanks." Dylan managed to say as he walked past the doctor into Marcos room. He burst into tears just looking at him. He was just laying there. Wires and tubes connected to his body, just laying there on top of him, like just because he wasn't awake he wouldn't care. And the worst part was his head. They had shaved it. It would kill Marco to see that. Dylan and everyone else who knew Marco knew that his hair was his life. Dylan looked around for any mirrors so he could stash them now but sighed in relief when he saw there weren't any. He walked slowly to Marcos bedside and leaned down close to him.
"Marco?" He whispered. Dylan stroked Marco's cheek. It was still soft. Even after all that he had gone through. All the images flashed through his mind once more. Him and Marco were have a great time, laughing, smiling. They were teasing each other so Dylan tickled him on his sides. His worst ticklish spot. To get away Marco ran into the street and didn't see that car...
Dylan got goose bumps thinking about the scene. Replaying over, and over in his head. He flew at least 50-STOP! Stop thinking about it Dylan! He roared to himself in his mind. A few more tears subtly came down his face. He focused on Marco's features. He was still beautiful. Even under all those wires. He leaned into his face and softly kissed him on his olive toned cheek. He set his head down on the uncomfortable polyester mattress. Marco deserved more.
Dylan heard footsteps behind him and then loud sobs. He lifted his head and turned around to see Mrs. Delrossi, clutching her chest and holding her hand over her mouth. Her husband had to hold her up as she collapsed to her knees. Dylan got up and couldn't find the words to say to them. Utter shock and fear were in both of their eyes. Dylan walked over and offered Mrs. Delrossi his hand. She took it and rose back to her feet. She hurried over to Marco's side and wailed.
"My baby! My baby! Nooo." She sobbed heavily and stroked his forehead.
Mr. Delrossi stayed in the doorway. He was too shocked to even move. A few tears rolled down his round face. Dylan didn't know what to do. He just stood there. The only sounds were the cries of Marco's mom. Should he comfort his mom? Walk out the door? Talk to his dad? He wasn't sure. So he just stayed where he was. No one spoke. After a while the silence became defining. Everyone knew they wanted to say something. But the words wouldn't come. Dylan's legs were killing from staying in place so long. He stumbled to a chair on the other side of the bed and sighed.
"Why?" Mr. Delrossi's voice came like a brick through a window, shattering the silence that hung heavy in every inch of the room. "Why?" He came from the doorway and stood next to his wife, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Why? Dylan's mind was racing. Why? Why would a person with such a golden soul as Marco have such a bad thing happen to them? Why? How could someone just hit someone and drive off? His heart ached. He wanted to rip all those wires and tubes off of him and embrace him and make everything all right. But he couldn't. He couldn't even kiss him on the cheek. He started to cry again but quickly wiped them away before anyone could notice. What time was it anyway? He looked at his watch and realized it had only been 2 and a half hours since it happened. It seemed so much longer. It felt like forever.
"Excuse me?" Everyone looked up. There was a tall man standing in the doorway. He was wearing a police uniform and was holding his hat in one hand. "The doctor told me I could find a Dylan Michalchuk in here."
Dylan got up slowly. "I'm Dylan."
"Could you come with me?" The cop asked him quietly. Dylan nodded and followed him outside the room. They walked down the hall to a part that was nearly deserted. "I understand that you saw what happened to your friend." Dylan nodded again. "Could you tell me all that happened?" Dylan didn't do anything this time. He wasn't sure he could live it again. Describing every detail. The images going through his mind once again. But he knew he would have to do it sooner or later. Dylan began the story. He got through it best he could, crying a few times. He finished and wiped his eyes.
He and the officer walked back to Marco's room. "Thanks for all your help son." He continued walking down the hall. Dylan looked into the room to find neither of the Delrossi's had moved. He didn't want to leave but he thought it best to leave them alone with their son. He silently blew a kiss to him, since neither of his parents were looking, and walked out the door. He walked all the way home. He didn't bother go and get is car from the sidewalk where it was parked. He just didn't care. It wasn't important anymore. He got into the house to find Paige lying on the couch flipping through a magazine.
"Where have you been all day?" Her voice ringed through the room as she turned over onto her back and then sat up.
"The hospital." Dylan said weakly.
"What? Why were you there?" She said sharply.
"It's Marco. He got hit by a car." He choked on the words as they spilled from his lips. He looked at Paige. She put her hand over her mouth.
"Wh-wh-what? Marco?" Tears began to swell up in her eyes. "How? Is he ok?"
"The doctor said he would be." It was the first time that actually sank into Dylan. He had been saying it to himself all day but for the first time it seemed real. "His parents are there now. I'm going back tomorrow. You should come." He had decided that on the way over. He invited Paige not just because he knew she would want to come but because he needed support.
"Yeah." She was taking it all in. Marco? In the hospital? Hit by a car? How could it be? She got up from the couch and ran to Dylan. They hugged each other. It was the only comfort he had felt in a while. He let go of her and without a word he walked to his room and fell asleep.