Once Phillip had shown Kenny around the house and offered him some dinner, which the American politely refused, saying he was too used to not eating, the two of them got ready for bed, in seperate rooms of course, though they had to sleep in the same bed because it was the only one in the house. It was rather awkward to Kenny to be sleeping with one of his favorite celebrities, but he didn't really mind. He was bi, after all... if it ever came to that, which the American doubted.
When the two of them were finished getting into more comfortable clothes for the night, Kenny went to Terrance's and Phillip's room and found the blonde Canadian already under the covers, asleep. The boy hesitated before climbing in next to him, and soon fell asleep.
The next morning Kenny was once again offered food, and he once again refused it, so the two blondes ended up leaving without eating, heading to the hospital once more to see Terrance.
Once they were at the hospital, they learned that Terrance was possibly not going to make it. Phillip did his best not to get upset as he walked slowly down the hall to Terrance's room, Kenny by his side the entire way. The American stood by a far wall, but the Canadian pulled up a chair next to his lover's bed as he had every day since Terrance had first gotten sick. He started to reach his hand up to hold the other man's hand but then let it fall, remembering the boy in the room. Terrance blinked, furrowing his brow slightly, and reached for Phillip's hand weakly. Phillip glanced at Kenny and the American shrugged.
"I don't care if you're gay or whatever. Doesn't bother me," he said quietly, and Phillip smiled.
"Thanks..." The Canadian grasped Terrance's hand in his own, and Kenny watched, smiling slightly. He thought it touching that Phillip was with Terrance every the step of the way. Some people would simply go on with their lives for the most part, dropping by once or twice a day, but Phillip forfeited everything for his friend... Everything. The Canadian had come every day just to see this man, spent nearly every waking moment to spend time with him. Kenny almost didn't understand how someone could do that. He supposed he'd never had friends this close, though, and none of his girlfriends ever seemed to care either.
Hours later Terrance was barely hanging onto his life. He was sleeping peacefully as his life slowly slipped away from him, but Phillip was in tears again, Kenny doing his best to comfort the Canadian, to no avail. The blonde Canadian stroked the dying man's hair lovingly, and within a matter of minutes, Terrance was gone. Forever. It was so quick that at first Phillip didn't realize it, but he was sobbing once he did find out. Kenny held the man in his arms, and he cried on the boy's shoulder. A nurse came in to check on Terrance, and Kenny quickly explained that the man had passed away. Within the next hour, the world knew. Phillip didn't care. He sat next to Terrance's bedside for hours, unable to control his sobs.
Eventually, Kenny managed to get Phillip to go home. The blonde Canadian sat on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest, body shaking with sobs, as his American friend tried his best to comfort the man, his attempts turning out to be in vain. Phillip's crying eventually ceased but he didn't move, nor did Kenny, throughout the entire night. The American stayed by his friend's side simply to be sure he didn't do anything drastic. Kenny knew what it was like to be depressed... the only difference between his death and what would happen if Phillip died was that Phillip wouldn't come back... Kenny would.
Kenny had gone to the bathroom, the only time he'd left Phillip's side the entire night. The Canadian took this chance to take rather drastic action, fishing a gun out from under the bed. A revolver. He had the cold muzzle of the weapon to the side of his head when Kenny walked in. The blonde American practically barrled himself into Phillip the minute the Canadian pulled the trigger. Kenny died on the spot as a bullet lodged itself in his brain. The former comedian pushed Kenny off of himself, staring at the boy. He didn't know that, the next morning, Kenny would be alive again. But what he did realize is that nobody would want him to die, so he set the revolver on his nightstand and just sat with the body of the dead boy for what seemed like the longest time. He then sighed, after an hower or so, spread his sheet on the floor and laid the body on it to be buried tomorrow, and slept.
A/N: The last chapter sucked, I know. Also, the story was short. shrug I may, and probably will, come up with a sequel sometime soon. Be sure to read the next 'chapter' - poem.