A Brother's Gift LBGT Challenge

Chapter 1

***Dane's POV***

What would you do if you knew you were going to die, that your time was limited to the degree that your next breath could be your last? At first I had hope, I was on the donor list; but I've been on the donor list for a long time now and still no heart that matched. I had a rare blood type, very rare in fact I was AB Negative with an Rh factor; you couldn't get any rarer or at least that's what I was told. So now I was done dying and it was time to live for as long as I could; I was only seventeen but I was going to make my time count.

"Dane baby, we're home." I pulled myself out of my thoughts as my mom gently rubbed my shoulder, I smiled at her and opened my door.

"I can finally sleep in my own bed; this is going to be awesome." I had been living at the hospital for a long time now, over two years; but it wasn't all bad the nurses were always nice.

"Yeah baby, it's great to have you home, we've missed you." I didn't know how they missed me, mom visited me on a daily basis and Tommy my big brother came as often as he could.

"Dane, I've been waiting for you bro, Dad's down the hall he'll be out in a minute." My dad didn't come all that often, he hated hospitals; but he called me several times a day every day.

"Dad I'm home." He appeared a moment later, his eyes were bright as he rushed and scooped me up in his arms.

"I've missed you so much; I just finished the final touches to your room." I raised an eye brow and made my way down the hall; they had changed my dad's study into my new bedroom so I wouldn't have to climb the stairs.

"It's awesome Dad, thanks." He had taken all my posters from my old room and brought them in here, everything that I owned was in here now. The only difference was there was an extra bed opposite of my own, I was a little confused until Tommy walked in.

"I'm moving back home for a while, you don't mind bunking with me do you little bro?" I didn't mind at all but it was a bit strange considering he had a perfectly good room upstairs.

"Why not stay in your room?" His smile almost faltered for a moment, he laughed nervously for a moment before walking to the extra bed and taking a seat.

"I want to be close to you if you need any help, and Dad put everything from the study in my room and your room will always be your room." I shrugged my shoulders as I walked to my bed and sat down on the edge, a moment later I was laying back staring at the ceiling.

"You might want to rethink that bro, I don't mind but; do you really want to be the one?" I looked over at him; he had gone stock still as a tear traveled down his face; I hated seeing him cry.

"Don't talk like that, they're going to find a donor you're going to beat this, you have to beat this Dane, I need you little bro." Great now I was crying as he moved to my side and pulled me into his arms, I was so tired that I almost fell to sleep.

"I've come to terms with it Tommy, you need to do the same; I'm going to die and it's alright I won't feel like this anymore, it'll be a good thing." His grip tightened as sobs threatened to escape his lips; his body shook as his tears made their way to my scalp.

"It's not alright; it's never going to be alright Dane, I can't lose you." We hadn't always been close, but that changed the night I collapsed at his football game that my Mom and Dad had dragged me too. I was only thirteen and he had asked why they brought me, I told him that I hoped they lost; he had smacked me in the back of my head. That was also the last time he tried to hurt me in anyway, he blamed himself for the longest time.

"You got to keep hope alive little bro, any day now they'll find your donor; I just know it." Knowing my luck it would be one day too late, but it was fine I knew when I got in the car that I was coming home to die.