AkuRoku: Razor Blade - Ch3

It was 10pm the next night, and Roxas still hadn’t done anything – opened his eyes nor shifted his position. He was still breathing, if only short and sharp. Axel had rejected the idea of phoning the hospital three times in his head, not wanting them messing with HIS Roxas. “Everything’s gonna be perfectly fine at the end, you’ll see Axel.” He kept telling himself that. It sort of worked too. Until it dawned on pyroboy here that it might not be perfectly fine at the end. Within an hour, Axel had indeed called for an ambulance, and after getting a good screaming at for leaving it this late, he was sat beside Roxas in the back of the ambulance, holding Roxas’ hand tightly and begging that he was going to be okay. They had him checked in and into a bed soon enough, Axel refusing to leave or be further than a foot away from Roxas. He was there, occasionally pacing the floor around the bed, for most of the next day, waiting for any sign that Roxas was awake. The sign came about 8pm, when Roxas groaned slightly and slowly opened his eyes, Axel already leant over him.
“Axel?”
“You’re back!” Axel practically hugged him to death, not letting go until 10 minutes later.
“Yeah, but I don’t feel too good...”
“How come?”
“Well...I still feel kinda...drowsy...” And he fell asleep again.
“Please wake up again...”

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For the next week or so, Axel visited everyday, eventually being dragged out of the hospital doors backwards. Still no sign of Roxas reawakening. It was like Naminé had put him in one of her flower doodads. And had not bothered to let him go. Axel always knew she was a little bitch. Anyway, it was time to open the flower and let Roxas live once more. And she did so. Around 12 noon, the blonde rose from his pillow and got glomped by Axel once more. This time around was a little different though. It was all serious.
“Axel...I...want you to pull the plug on me...”
“What?”
“Pull the plug...on me.”
“No. Absolutely no way, nu-uh.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes Axel.”
“NO ROXAS! I CAN’T! YOU KNOW THAT!”
“But I want you to. I can’t bear to suffer like this anymore, nor can I bear you seeing me suffer like this.”
“I don’t care Rox. I am NOT killing you. End of.”
“Fine. You’ll have to watch me die the hard way.”
“No I won’t. You are NOT dieing on me.”
“I am Axel, face it.”
“NO! I WILL NOT FACE IT! YOU ARE NOT DIEING, AND THAT IS THAT!”
In that single instant, a pang of guilt crossed Roxas’ heart (metaphorically speaking of course) and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
“I’m sorry Axel...I didn’t know you cared so much...”
“Course I do, dumbass”
“Axel...”
Axel noticed his uke’s hand slowly disappearing in a thin wisp of darkness.
“Rox...why are you disappearing?”
“Because Axel, this is goodbye.”
“Wha...goodbye?”
“Yep. I’m afraid so.”

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And he was gone. No trace of his existence remained in that hospital bed. It took Axel a few moments to register what had just happened. He rubbed his eyes, shook his head and pinched himself to try and make it be a dream, a horrible nightmare. But no, the pain was there when he pinched his arm. The tears were already flowing, and were soon changed into waterfalls as the redhead flung himself forward, throwing his head onto the duvet, slamming his fists down and crying “NONONO!” over and over again. By now, a few of the staff had gathered round to see what the commotion was. The patient who had checked in to this bed was no longer there, but his partner was, crying and screaming into the covers. They decided to leave him alone, let him keep the moment. It was all too real for Axel. His partner, his lover, the one he cared about more than anything in the world had just died. And he never even said “I love you” before Roxas left.

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Axel stayed in the hospital ward that night, still waiting for Roxas.

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