Assassin [dylmas]

50.

„That's me" Thoams jumped up and hurried to the dctor.

"Are you his brother?" the man focued his attention on Thomas and the boy hesitated for a second.

"Yes," he lied, because it might be the only way they could let him see Dylan.

The man looked at Thomas again.

„We removed the bullet, but a part of the lever is damaged and he lost a lot of blood. If he will stand the night we will be able to say more," the man seemed to have some pity in his eyes and Thoms began to shake.

„May, I see him, just for a second?" he whispered.

„I'll give you ten minutes, come with me," the doctor walked in a corridor on the right and Thomas followd him not able to get how his legs are holding him up. He tried to process the doctor's words but his brain refused to take them. If he woud stand the night... was this maybe the last time he would see his Dylan.

The doctor opened a door and Thomas stopped in it not able to move.

„I'll come in ten minutes," the doctor left and Thomas slipped inside.

He heard all the machines working, Dylan was laying on the bed, a lot of nedles and cables were sticking out of his arms. He was ghostly pale and Thomas came closer feeling he's so scared. He brushed Dylan's hand with his fingertips and felt his boyfriend's skin was colder than ever.

„Love, please stay with me," Thomas felt his tears falling down and so did he. Falling on the foor and kneeling at the bed while he burried his fece in Dylan's hand.

„Please don't leave me. I know I deserve it. I killed someone. I deserve to be punished but please not this way," Thomas sobbed louder.

Dylan's hand was wet from his tears and Thomas was pressing his lips to his boyfriend's soft fingers trying to remember every little detail of this taste. Minutes later Thomas decided that maybe he is squeezing Dylan's hand too tight so he got up and let go. He walked along the bed and caressed the boy's check feeling the subtle scratching under his fingers.

„You didn't shave agin but you know that I love you," Thomas felt he's so close to breaking down. .. „So please don't leave me, I need you," he leaned down and kissed Dylan's forehead feeling the salty tase of sweat. The door cracked at Thomas looked up, the doctor was standing in the door.

„I love you," whispered Thomas caressing his hand through Dylan's thick hair.

He tossed one last glance at his boyfriend's face and turned around.

„Thank you," he whispered to the man when he left the room.

„We must wait till the morning, I can call you sir," said the doctor.

„No, I'm staying here, I'll be in the waitingroom," Thomas walked down the corridor.

He found a water machine and took a cup. He was filling it in with cold water when he heard a conversation on the front desk.

„No one is allowed to see him before me, it's a investigation in a murder case," the voice belonged to detective Harrenburg and Thomas trembled.

„The patient is in a coma," said the young lady who was so nice to Thomas before.

„When he wakes up I'm the first person who will talk to him," Harrenburg seemed angry.

„Yes sir," the lady seemed annoyed.

Thomas hid behind a snacks machine and observed the officers running into the builiding. He felt anger. How could they go after Dylan when he was in such a state. The boy saw that Harrenburg left the building so he dialed his mum's phone number.

„Honey," Mrs. Smith sounded weak.

And Thomas neraly broke down into tears but he decided to be strong.

„Mum," he said barely able to breath.

I murdered a man. I killed Luke. Dylan is dying and I'm so scared, do you still love me, am I still your son, screamed the voice in his mind.

„Honey how's Dylan," Mrs. Smith was tried of listening to the silence.

„I don't know. He's bad mum, very bad," Thomas leaned his forehead against the glass of the snacksmachine.

„Oh!" Mrs. Smith run ot of words.

„And this annoying detective was here, he wants to be the first person who will talk to him if Dylan wakes up. Please we can't let it happen. If he wakes up he needs to see me right next to him," Thomas knew it was a selfish wish.

And maybe he was also a little scared that Harrenburg coud get the truth out of Dylan. The truth about his crime.

„Honey I'm calling dr. Christian right now, he will contact the hospital. We will get Dylan to the private clinic asap," she had a calm a steady voice. „I'll call you with news."

„Ok," Thomas heard the sound of the ended call.

He managed to walk to the long couch in the waitingroom and sat on the edge. The tireness overtook him and his eyes starte to close by themselves.

„Excuse me, take this," Thomas glanced up and notcied the young lady from the reception.

She was holding a pillow and a blanket.

„I'll wake you up in case of any news," she smiled and handed the items to him.

„Thank you," Thomas managed to smile a little.

He put the pilliow on the edge of the couch and wrapped himself in the blanket. He tried to fight with the sleep but it overtook him, and even the noises of the main entrance, the emergency rush or the ambulances outside couldn't wake him up. He slept in a shallow and anxious way, but bad dreams kept away from him at lest for now.