A/N: Thanks again guys for the reviews, they're what keep me motivated! Sorry if I don't update as often coz I wasn't at school because of the Christchurch earthquake, but I'm now back and might get a bit of homework. It's so hard to come up with an illness, sorry if the description's a bit vague about it lol. x
There was no way in hell that I wasn't staying with Riff at the hospital, I needed the updates on his health, I needed to keep him company and I needed him to keep me company. Although he was asleep most of the day, he was still there, making me feel safe. Riff was the only person in my life I could feel completely with ease at, carefree, no worries. With him not fit to take care of me, I was by myself. When the doctor told me that his illness could be terminal my heart sunk, I was devastated. But there was a slight possibility that he could live, and I held onto that hope, that small chance that I wouldn't have to live the rest of my life without my brother.
"Magenta?" whispered the doctor, obviously trying not to wake Riff, "We need to discuss Riff Raff's illness."
"Ok." I mumbled, preparing myself for the worst,
"When I say that Riff Raff's condition is terminal it means that we can't do anything more for him, but that doesn't guarantee that he will die. There have been cases where the immune system has fought this disease, but unfortunately, these numbers are not great. The illness causes him to faint unexpectedly and also basically, slowly kills him, because his brain slowly shuts down. But medicine in Transsexual is relatively undeveloped, so we barely know anything bout the condition. " While I was really worried about the actual disease, I regained a small amount of hope, but I didn't want to get too much of it back, there was still a big chance of this disease killing Riff.
"Thank you for the information, Doctor." After quite a long period of silence, I replied.
"No problem." And the doctor walked out. I wanted to tell Riff about what the doctor has told me, but I didn't want to wake him, sleep was precious on the road to recovery.
One month later
Riff was not showing any signs of getting better, which forced me into believing that he wasn't going to make it. Keeping this in mind, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, going as early in the morning, and as late as night as I could, sometimes I even slept at the hospital. I knew how frustrating it was for him, sitting all cooped up in that bed all day, so I brought him things to do, like his blueprints to work on and some of his scientific books to fill in the times when I wasn't there to talk to him. My spirits began to wither, I felt like I had nothing to live for if Riff were to die, but I didn't want to be depressed like my mother, so I kept my head held high, seeing him everyday kept me going.
Riff disturbed my train of thought,
"Magenta, darling," He took my hand and locked eyes with me, oh how I loved his crystal blue eyes, they were stunning, but the face around them looked tired, "I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to recover. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I'm not ready to leave this world yet." His words made my eyes water, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him too, there were so many things that we hadn't done, so many things I hadn't said.
"I hope so Riff. I'm nothing without you." I answered. Riff wriggled over in his bed and patted the empty space beside him, I got up out of the chair and climbed onto his bed and lay. I rest my head gently on his chest and stayed silent, it seemed like forever since me and Riff were this close.