I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
That Dying Light
The whole thing had almost come apart so many times.
Just like Dylan had felt he would.
Standing there.
Next to . . .
". . . in a pool. I guess she wanted to surprise you."
. . . Emma.
And The Pit of Despair.
He wasn't sure he could feel worse.
Sore and tired and smelly.
And he could still feel the gun barrel pressed into the back of his skull.
I thought I was going to die. That I had screwed up and that you were going to die too, Emma.
And I still don't have the money.
You're still going to die.
Unless I can do something.
"Dylan? What do you need the money for? Is it important? Can I help?"
Yes.
Stop having CF.
Stop being sick.
Don't die.
He had failed at getting her the money to bump her up the list for a lung transplant.
He had failed and she still couldn't breathe and she was going to die . . .
Oh god.
And here she was trying to help him.
Offer him money.
For the farm, she probably thought.
Not even thinking about herself.
Where are you going to get money, Emma?
And he just knew . . .
Jesus.
. . . he was a world class asshole loser.
And though he had felt this low . . .
I'm sorry, Emma.
. . . he couldn't remember when.
The only thing in the world he could think to be grateful for was that she wasn't dead yet.
She had no idea of his failed plan.
And it was dark enough at the edge of that weird pit . . .
Bomb crater, Em.
. . . that the tears in his eyes at the thought of sweet Emma offering him money for his stupid farm or barn or whatever.
When she just needed to breathe and be okay.
He used every last ounce of his failing strength . . .
They put a gun to my head. They were going to kill me.
And all I could think about was that you couldn't die.
. . . to keep his voice calm.
"It is important. No, I don't think you can help."
I wish you could.
I wish you could always live and breathe and be happy.
"Thanks, Emma."
No matter who you were with or where you were.
And then Dylan Massett hid his face away from Emma DeCody's dying light.
I have got to get her that money for those lungs.
And went home.
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