"What's wrong with Bret?" Brian asked as he rested his hand on his flat, but pregnant, belly. Brian, Hunter, Randy, and Josh were all standing over Bret in the hospital bed. He was still unconscious.

Randy sighed. "It seems to me that Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy…or broken heart syndrome."

"Broken heart Syndrome…I thought that was just something used in plays and movies." Hunter said and Randy shook his head.

"Oh it's a real thing. It uncommon though. It's triggered by emotional stress…like Shawn's death…It causes parts of the heart muscles to weaken and enlarge but it's temporary…normal last about a week, two at the most. This normally doesn't cause people to pass out. My guess is his body didn't know how to deal with the shock, stress, and pain so he blacked out." Randy finished.

"You don't learn this is biology." Brian commented.

"Thanks Randy and Josh…also could you not tell anyone about Shawn. We're going to wait until Bret wakes up before we tell anyone." Hunter said.

"No problem." Randy and Josh said in unison.

"Oh Bret." Brian started. "We just lost Shawn, we can't loose you too."

THE NEXT DAY

It had been three days since Shawn was put in the little cottage by the stream and he still wasn't used to it. He didn't know if he would ever be used to it. Shawn opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above him. The bed beneath him felt nice but it wasn't right. It wasn't his bed and Bret wasn't next to him. Bret's arms weren't wrapped around him. Needless to say, his sleep last night wasn't very good. He just hoped and prayed that Bret was fairing better than him.

"Oh God." Shawn said as he felt a way of nausea hit him. He put his hand over his mouth and ran to the en suite bathroom. He heaved and emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. After he was finished, he flushed the toilet and went to the sink to brush his teeth.

This wasn't the first time he had thrown up. Ever since he had been here, he had been sick, not being able to keep any food down. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Shawn just guessed that it was the stress of being here. After he finished brushing his teeth, he stripped himself of all of his clothes and hopped in the hot shower. No matter what, the hot water always made him feel better or maybe it was the memories of what happened in the hot steaming showers. Shawn smiled to himself as he remembered:

Shawn let the hot water of the shower fall over him, letting it wash away the soap suds from his hair and body. It had been two weeks since Bret was poisoned and everything seemed to be back to normal. Now that Bret was healthy again, Shawn was helping Stephanie with her birthday party. This was not an easy task as Stephanie wanted everything to be perfect even though perfect was not achievable on earth.

Shawn jumped when he felt something, like a hand, touch his butt. He turned around, ready to fight whoever it was.

"Bret! You scared me." Shawn said and pushed him lightly.

"Sorry babe."

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a shower." Bret said, like it was something Shawn should have known.

"With me, right now?"

"Yeah baby." Bret placed his hands on Shawn's hips and pulled him in for a kiss. "Conserving water. You know I'm very environmental."

"Environmental?" Shawn questioned and Bret kissed him again.

"Green as can be." Shawn giggled before Bret pulled him in for a passionate kiss, Bret's erection rubbing against Shawn's cock. Shawn moaned into the kiss as Bret rubbed against him.

Bret moved his hands down Shawn's back and to his butt, going straight for the center as he plunged one of his fingers inside of Shawn. Shawn broke the kiss and gasped. Bret kissed and sucked on Shawn's neck as he moved his finger in and out of Shawn. Shawn wrapped his arms around Bret's neck and held on as he knew he would slip and fall if he didn't.

"OhBret!" Shawn moaned as he added another finger. "Oh God!" Shawn moaned as Bret hit his prostate. Bret chuckled. He liked seeing Shawn like this and knowing that this was a side that of him that only he would see. Bret moved his lips to Shawn's ear.

"You want me?" Bret asked in a low husky lust filled voice.

Oh, that voice could make Shawn do some of the craziest things. Shawn nodded. "Yes."

"Turn around."

Shawn did and he was told and bent over a little and grabbed the shower head to keep his balance. Bret lined up and plunged into Shawn in one quick thrust.

Shawn gasped and gripped the shower head tighter as he felt Bret filled him up. He loved the filling of Bret being inside of him. He felt really complete. Shawn looked over his shoulder at Bret. "You gonna fuck me general?...AH!" Shawn loudly moaned as Bret pulled out and thrust back inside of him, hitting his prostate dead on.

"Oh Bret, right there." Shawn moaned. Bret closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Shawn's tight muscles clamped around his cock. It was unbelievable how tight he was. He was still as tight as the night he took Shawn's virginity. Shawn started rolling his hips and pushing back on Bret's manhood. Bret knew he was close. Bret grabbed him and pulled him up so now his chest was to Shawn's back. He wrapped his hand around Shawn's cock and stroked it. Shawn threw his head back.

"Do you want me to make you come?" Bret asked.

"Yes." Shawn said. He meant to yell but it came out as more of a whimper.

"Yes what?" Bret said as he thrust harder into Shawn.

"Yes sir, I want you to make me come…Ugh oh Bret!" Shawn screamed Bret's name as he climax. Shawn threw his head back and laid it on Bret's shoulder as he couldn't hold it up.

Shawn's muscles tighten around Bret and Bret couldn't hold it anymore. One more thrust and he came inside of Shawn, filling him up with his seed.

Bret kissed Shawn's shoulder and then looked at him.

"Are you OK?" Bret asked, seeing as Shawn hadn't moved.

"Yeah…I'm just looking at the stars."

Shawn shook his head and forced himself back to reality. He wiped the tears from his face. Memories like those, for some reason, always made him sad. Shawn turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off before going back to his room to dress himself. After he dressed himself, he went to the kitchen and started on his breakfast and he has many things to choose from. Sunny really wanted him to live and not die from starvation…as well as medication overdoses as there was no types of medication in the house and there were no knifes, anything that needed to be cut was already in a bite size form. The ceilings in the house were also low so Shawn couldn't hang himself. She had really went through every possible suicide scenario and made sure it couldn't happen. It was like the house was child proof with some extra precautions.

After Shawn ate, he went into the living room and turned on the small radio and listen to the music as he reflected on life and how he got here. He tried not to stay in his thoughts too much as this made him sadder than Eeyore but there was really nothing else too do. Sunny was right. He was suffering.

Bret opened his eyes and looked around. Purgatory. He was back in Purgatory. Bret saw the white light in front of him and rushed to it. His Shawn, his Angel, was just on the other side of that light. He couldn't wait to be with his Shawn again.

"Where are you going?"

"Jesus Owen!" Bret yelled as Owen appeared in front of him. The little girl and the second oldest boy stood behind him. They looked exactly the same except the clothes had changed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to see Shawn." Bret said and tried to move around Owen but he couldn't.

"Well, you're going the wrong way, turn around and go back!" Owen yelled the last part.

Bret shook his head. "You don't understand, Shawn's dead."

Owen shook his head. "No Bret, you don't understand…and like always little brother has to save the day."

"…What are you talking about?"

"You are a dumbass."

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