Life For Death

Chapter II

The bustle in the streets below posed no threat in awaking the twenty-two year old woman. Whose shirt was riding up to her rib cage. Legs intertwined with her silk and onyx colored blanket. An arm draped over her eyes to protect from the annoying gleam of light that shown through her window. Almost nothing could disturb the woman this early in the morning. Not even Pepper who decided to perch herself on Kayden's chest that rose ever so slightly with each breath taken.

The clock on her bedside table showed that it was only 8:46 AM and Kayden was not going to be bothered to walk amongst the living. That is until her black Galaxy s7 began playing an obnoxiously loud song. It was "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy to signify it was David calling. A hand darted out to grab the phone and a groan issuing from the once slumbering woman.

Pepper having been pushed aside so Kayden could grab the dream land killer; now sprawled beside the woman. Kayden's icy blue eyes squinted at the onslaught of unrelenting light. The call passed and she just dropped the phone onto her stomach. Deeming it unworthy of keeping her awake. Rationalizing it as going out for coffee or something to that effect.

Until he called a second time. This time Kayden begrudgingly answered. Her voice a bit deeper and hoarse from slumber. She kept her eyes closed after answering and threw her arm over her eyes, yet again. "David?" She asked curiously as to why he was calling. "Kayden? You need to get up. I'm at the hospital with Marcus.." David had responded. His voice cracking ever so slightly as if he was trying everything he could not to cry.

This caused Kayden, the woman who refused to get up to shoot out of bed and stumble about through squinted eyes. Clothes. Clothes. Feed Pepper. Where Is my fucking closet? Kayden thought moving a hand to her eyes to rub it clear of the early morning blur. Finding her closet now was not an issue; but it invoked a thought. I spent eighteen years in the closet and two years in this apartment... how the hell did I forget where the fuck it is?! It's right fucking here. I'm such an asshat...

David's voice ringing through the phone line brought Kayden back to the present. "Oh fuck, alright David relax. Deep breaths. I'll be there. Ten minutes max. Okay? Marcus is alright. Just talk to him." With that David had hung up. He knew if Marcus was going to be okay for another day then Death would not be looming to close to Marcus; or him. He knew that. He knew all too well. So he had called Kayden, he needed his best friend.

Marcus was Davids boyfriend of six years, since freshman year of high school. He slipped into a comma after a terrible four car collision. He was one of three that made it out of it alive. With several broken bones, slipping into a comma was thankfully the worst that had happened to him.

Though Kayden wasn't sure how lucky being in a coma was. The other survivors would come and leave flowers for Marcus. Which Kayden did not completely understand either. At some point Kayden had walked through the doors of room 657C. Kayden hated the smell of hospitals. The sanitized hospital smell bombarded her nostrils had caused her to crinkle her nose when she had first walked in.

The hospital room where Marcus was staying at had a wall of windows showing the outside world bustling about. With a lovely view of the mountains. Mountains that had snow at the top, though it just looked like a weird white blanket. His bed was placed in the middle of the right wall the moment you walked in. The TV across from that had some country music channel on. Chairs lined underneath and an IV drip stayed to the left of him. Still unusually fuckin clean Marcus... If I thought your house was insane man... Kayden thought.

Marcus was a bit of a germaphobe. Which now that she thought about it she could not blame him for the hospitals clean room. He wasn't even awake to be the reason it was clean; it was partially David and the staff. She swore you could eat off the floor. Though that thought made her stomach turn. She would do a lot of things, floor food was not one of them. Blaming Marcus for his clean room though, made her feel a better about his absence. Though it didn't help. She missed him telling her to fuck off when she would dirty something just to irritate him.