Renegade-N.H-

Faintly

He's sick.

That's the words that fell from her mouth, Niall was sick. My heart felt like it was crumbling inside of me and I felt more betrayed then ever. I rose back to my standing position and walked down the hallway towards his room with force. I turn the knob and swing the door open to see him lying in bed asleep.

I slam the door behind me and pull the blanket from his body. He rolls over ready to kill me his body clenched from the sudden cold. He stands up from the mattress on the floor and he looks at me for a second a stern look falling over his face.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask and he looks confused but I'm not giving up that easily. I look around the room at how empty it was compared to the other rooms in the home.

Each one was luxurious and filled to the brim with fancy fixtures and large beds. His was not. It had a mattress on the floor, a small foldable chair and one single photo on the wall. One of me.

He looks helpless standing there, I had noticed before but his body was now covered in bruises and stretches of scars that almost looked to be opening again. Red and sore they line his naked abdomen and chest like stripes on a zebra.

"You're sick," I whisper holding my hand out to his chest. "Is she right...can I?"

He doesn't say anything.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I push at him but he says nothing.

"Answer me!" I yell and he flinches slightly but doesn't move. "What if I could help, what if I'm the answer!" I say shoving my hand against his chest. He groans on impact and I remember he's losing strength, that normally my blow wouldn't hurt him but now it did and I almost cry.

A tear threatens my eye and I open my closed fist on his chest staring at him.

"She'll kill you before we find a cure, drain the life from you and I will not let that happen Harley."

"If there is a way to make you better running through my veins it's worth it."

He takes my hand away from his chest and holds it tightly in his own.

"No it's not."

He pushes back away from me and grabs his shirt pulling it over his sore body with a slight groan of pain. My heart tightens and a year lets go as I think of him in pain.

"Please let me help you," I beg him and he just stands there. "I won't let you kill yourself like this is there could be a cure."

"She'll kill you."

"Let her, I won't live without you."

"Harley I didn't know anything about my life without you, not ever. You've always been apart of me, and if I lose you just to live a couple more years then am I really still alive?" He says and I swallow as  he continues.

"Once she gets what she wants, she'll kill you. Once she know how to make more wolves and cure me she will kill you. And then what is this all for? So I can sit up here the rest of my life and wither away in old age as the world burns around me? Because that is what will happen, I won't care anymore all I'll have is my memories of you. Memories that will fade in time, smells that will turn to dust and photos that will become nothing but crumbles of paper. Harley you are the reason I get up, the reason I breathe and bleed. Living is nothing if I'm not living beside you every moment of everyday. You want to know what Tragè feels like this is it. It's the pain of knowing once you die I will be nothing, I will love nothing and I will never see the sun again."

He stops and breathes again, waiting for my response and I don't know what to say to him. I want to throw my arms around him and give him what he wants buI can't let him die because then what will my life be.