Jeremy's POV
I step into the room, a soft beeping in the background is the only sound. Maron is on the bed, his chest tightly bound under his thin nightgown. I rush over and grab one of Maron's hands, careful not to move the IV. His face is peaceful and a little sob of relief goes through my chest. Vice comes in and puts his hand on my shoulder and looks over at Maron, his expression soft.
"I'm glad he's going to be okay," he says, sounding very tired. He moves away and sits in the chair by the window and looks out. I wonder what his problem is. I look back at Maron for a moment before giving his hand a soft squeeze and walking over to where Vice is sitting.
"What's wrong bro?" I ask. "He's gonna be fine." Vice looks at me for a moment.
"Everything's good between you two?" He asks suddenly. I'm taken aback.
"Y-yeah?" I say unsure of what else to say. His eyes change for a moment before he breaks into a huge smile.
"Good," he says. "I've started to like the little guy. Would be a pain if I couldn't hang with him anymore." I'm really confused. Vice looks back out the window and I hear stirring behind me. I turn and see Maron looking at us.
"Maron!" I say rushing to his side. He smiles slightly and I lean down and kiss his forehead.
"Hey there Jere," he says weakly.
"I thought you were dead," I say, my previous tears welling up in my eyes once again.
"Oh don't cry," he says. "Or I'll have to get up and comfort you."
"You can't get up!" I practically scream. He chuckles slightly and leans back against his pillows.
"At least you aren't trying to cry anymore," he says. The nurse from before comes in and sees Maron awake and smiles.
"It's good to see you awake Mr. Marionette," she says. I stifle a giggle at her adding the 'mister' in front of Maron's name. She changes his IV and tells us the doctor will be in in a moment. I go to sit down in the chairs and I realize that Vice isn't here anymore. He probably had to go to the bathroom or something. As I sit the doctor comes in and checks Maron's injury carefully.
"He seems to be healing faster than expected," he says slinging his stethoscope back around his neck. "We'd like to keep him in over night for observation. And if it's possible we'd appreciate a few vials of Mr. Marionette's blood. His cells are extremely regenerative and we'd like to conduct tests." He looks at Maron. "With your permission of course." Maron looks to me and I shrug. He nods shyly and the doctor gives him a kind smile before leaving for a moment. He returns with the necessary equipment and draws five vials of blood, leaving after collecting what he was after. I lean down and kiss Maron on the lips and it seems to last forever.
"I love you," he whispers as we break apart.
"I love you too."The End
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