My best friends a ghost

Reality

Shizuo walked down the road a big bouquet of flowers. All blood red roses that smelled beautifully. He seemed very proud of himself. His eyes had a spark and nothing could ruin his day. He walked into the hospital and the nurses all knew him by name at this point. He took the elevator to the top floor and entered Izayas room. He smiled putting the flowers in a vase. They made the room seem a little nicer.

"Hello flea. Are you gunna wake up today? Maybe I could kick you ass. But even then why would I want to." Shizuo said sitting down in the chair looking at Izaya.
" I miss the old days. A lot has happened over the year. Gangs have taken over everything. I guess I was wrong about you. I have to move again. My apartment complex was robbed and someone got killed. I'm a monster as you always say so no one is after me." Shizuo laughed holding Izayas jacket tightly expecting the flea to make some sort of remark but nothing.

Just the hear monitor beeped and the air flowed into Izayas remaining lung since he last one was lost. His heart was weak again for the patient donating it was strong but already dying from a disease. Shizuo looked down at Izaya he was paler. His hair still black as ever. Soft to the touch. The tube down Izayas throat didn't bother Shizuo as much as it used to. He looked so thin and lifeless like a corpse slowly rotting away.

"I quit smoking. Its been almost a month. Oh and I brought you flowers since well I think they will make the room look nice. Even tho its not raining for once it will be. Celty and shinra celebrated their 6th year dating. They should just hurry up and get married. But I guess they are waiting for you. You should be there. Don't worry I haven't met any girls yet. Just me and my pal Tom."
Shizuo said folding his hands in his lap looking at Izaya.
"Its been a long time since I saw you. I didn't know you were in a hospital. I had that weird dream again. The one where your ghosty spirit attached itself to me. I guess even if you do die in this place. I couldn't get rid of you. Today I wanted to say sorry. For throwing that vending machines at you even tho I have only ever hit you three times maybe more.... I'm sorry for saying you deserve to die. And here you are laying here rotting away when you could be out there making the gangs fight one another and knocking them all out. The dollars can't even do anything. In fact some of them went crazy. Speaking of crazy I miss when your crazy self would run around  like a idiot getting people to do stupid shit for you." Shizuo sighed. "Its been a year and three months. Why can't you just wake up?" Shizuo stood up putting a hand on Izayas chest gently looking down at him.

A tear rolled off his nose and hit Izayas. It ran down the side of Izaya's face.  Shizuo sat on his knees arms crossed on the bed and face burried in them crying like a child. He felt stupid doing this everyday for the last 3 months. Talking to Izaya was like talking to his grave stone. He wanted to hear that terrible crackle. Or those evil eyes glaring at him. He felt terrible. He sobbed for what seemed like hours trembling and having a hard time calming himself down. He flinched terrified when a hand ran through his hair. He looked up shocked. He watched Izaya pull the feeding tube from his throat and coughed a little clutching his chest in pain he grimaced a moment then his face went back into a peaceful grin.

"Izaya!!!!" Shizuo stood up fast looking him over.

Izaya looked up at him. His eyes glazed over and his hands trembling. He gave his classic smile.

"Shizu-Chan. Is so unpredictable." Izaya smiled.