Glass Half Full (A Mavin Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

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Very quick authors Note

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I'm sooooo bad at updating!

Okay, I'm so so so sorry that this has taken so long to be completed. I'm going to do it! Have faith in me haha! The story is coming to an end, so thank you to all of you that have stayed with it and given it so much attention!

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CHAPTER EIGHT

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My heart stood still and I felt like I was about to pass out. I couldn't stand up; my legs kept giving way, and my arms shook wildly. I could feel my bottom lip trembling as I looked into Geoff's eyes. Seeing him crying was not helpful in this situation, either.

I slowly took some steps back holding my head in my hands. I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes, but with each blink one would escape. Manically wiping them away with the back of my hand was not helping either, and didn't stop them from pouring from my eyes.

"Michael?" I heard Geoff call out to me, his voice raspy. But I ignored him. I turned around, and ran straight to the back door, forcing my way through people to get out of the house. I must have tripped over about ten bottles, but I wasn't letting them hold me back.

Bursting through the front door, past a very drunk looking Barbara, I stumbled down the porch and onto the pavement. I decided to walk home. I was only a few blocks away anyway, so it wasn't too much of a walk. I managed to block out all the sounds around me, because my thoughts were all focused on Gavin. I needed to see him; I needed to see him right then, but I knew it was past closing hour.

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The second that damn hospital opened, I was there. I waited outside his room for what felt like 4 hours, but I was reassured it was only a quarter of that. Doctors were running a lot of tests on him, so I wasn't allowed to enter the room for a long time. But then, a nurse in a long white coat came out of his room and looked at me. Her face read sympathy, and it killed me.

"You can go in to see him now," she said, as the other doctors followed out behind her. I lept out of my seat and walked through the door slowly. They closed the door once I was in. I was alone with him once more, but this time felt so much more quiet than the others; the silence was deafening. I paced over to the bed and watched him for a little while. His face was so pale... It was so horrible to see. An image of Gavin's happy little face flashed into my head and out again in a second, as I watched his face so still, so... empty.

I took a seat on the chair beside his bed once more, and rested my hands on his stomach. Then I let my head fall into my arms, and I cried. I cried for about ten minutes non stop; all the images and happy times me and Gavin had crossing through my brain, like I was sharing his final moments. I lifted my head and took another gaze over at Gavin, wiping away the dripping tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand. I took in a big breathe and calmed down.

"You know Gavin," I started, stroking his thigh slightly with my cupped hand, "I've missed you so much. I've visited with every opportunity I've had. I've fought through thick and thin to make sure I was here for you. Everyone in the office misses you too. Little Milly..."

My throat started to choke up. I moved myself forwards.

"But no one has missed you more than me. I questioned myself like others questioned me. Why do I care so fucking much about you? Is it your stupid little face? Is it the way you stay with me no matter how much of a dick I am to you? But I've realized over these past few days why."

I took in another deep breathe, and then the words fell out of my mouth.

"It's because I love you, Gavin."

I stopped talking. My eyes widened and a thousand emotions rushed through my brain all at once. That was it. I was in love with Gavin.

"Oh my God," I said, my voice shaking now, "I love you Gavin. I'm... I'm in love with you." I started to smile as I looked back at his face and I laughed, tears welling up in my eyes. Staring into his face, inches away from touching, I said it once more.

"I love you."

Then I saw it. The moment my heart stopped beating; if only for a second. Gavin's eyes opened. I felt like my heart gave up on me, and my whole body went into shock. I panicked, and over excitedly threw myself onto the bed, squeezing his shoulders.

"Gavin! Holy shit Gavin, you pulled through!"

But his eyes had already closed again. I was so confused, but I wasn't letting it stop me.

"No Gavin, come on! I saw your eyes, buddy! I saw your fucking eyes!" My heart was beating at ten times it's usual rate and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

But then something did.

The heart monitor started to go off. I looked at the screen as lines jerked from top to bottom repeatedly. My eyes widened and my jaw flew open. A group of four or five doctors came into the room; one of them pulled me from the bed and pushed me outside. I saw him mouth "I'm sorry" as he chucked me out.

The door slammed in my face, but I pressed it against the little window space I had to watch through. My eyes flicked from the heart monitor to Gavin, as they all tried various things to get him back. I could feel the tears beading in my eyes, and the lump in my throat grew. I felt physically ill.

But just as the first tear dribbled down my cheek, my eyes flicked over to the heart monitor as the lines that once were frantic changed to a single line. I couldn't breathe. The walls collapsed around me, and everything in front of me turned to black. Then I fell to the floor.

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When I came to, I was in a private room of my own. Geoff was sat beside my bed, his eyes swollen where he'd been crying. I locked eyes with him and then instantly starting crying myself.

"I want to go home," I struggled to say, as the tears were stopping my words from coming out.

"I'll take you home, bud. I'll take you home."

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A couple days later, I returned back to work. News of Gavin's death had made it to the internet and was circling. We knew we had to record something, just like Monty's. I stepped up the the plate. It wasn't like no one else agreed I should have been the one, either.

I stood in front of the camera, took in a long breathe, and spoke:

"Hey there loyal viewers and fans of Rooster Teeth. As you know, unfortunately a few days ago, our beloved Gavin Free passed away in hospital due to a few fairly substantial brain problems. Gavin Free was an amazing man; he was wildly entertaining, and loved by so many of us and of you guys, and I know everyone will miss him. Keep up the overwhelming support you guys are giving us. We love you all, and we love you, Gavin. I'll love you, forever."

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