Amnesia (a short story)

Day 2

Laying in bed, Michael's apartment was deathly quiet. He couldn't imagine he'd ever be here alone.
  His mind replayed the conversation with Carlisle's doctor earlier that day.
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"The surgery was a success, the brain swelling will take a while to recede though." Nail was swirling the coffee he had ordered with a small spoon, "And it's not looking good, it would be a lot easier if you pulled the plug. I don't mean to sound insensitive, I'm just giving you the truth."
  Michael's jaw tightened, his green eyes filling with tears, "I-I can't just do that Nial!"  The blond doctor sighed, reaching out to squeeze Michael's hand, "I'm not saying you have to do it, I'm just saying that it's going to be easier that way. If he doesn't wake up by the end of the week, pulling the plug with ease the emotional toll on you, and the physical toll on Carlisle." By no means was Michael stupid, he knew that if Carlisle never woke up, he'd waste away in a hospital bed. That was one thing Michael couldn't do, so after taking a deep breath, he nodded, "If he isn't awake by next Tuesday, pull the plug." The words left his mouth, it felt like a bullet had lodged itself in his chest. He didn't say a word, he clocked out, and went home.
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  As he laid in the bed he had, only days before, shared with Carlisle, so many thoughts flew through his head. How would he eat along without Lyle in his life? How would he live, knowing he could never love anyone as much as he loved Carlisle. He sighed and sat up, running a hand through his brown hair, clearly he wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
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                -Nial-
  Across town at the local hospital, Nial Cameron was making his rounds. He stepped into Carlisle's room, checking the machines. His eyes drifted over to the raven haired young man, laying in the bed. He looked lifeless, even more so than when he was admitted. Carlisle's cheeks were even more sunken in, Carlisle was skinny, but now he looked almost skeletal.   In the three days he had been at the hospital, his weight had begun to decrease drastically from the lack of solid food. Reaching over, Nial brushed the hair out of Carlisle's eyes, sighing softly, "Hey buddy, soon things will begin to look up. You can't leave us just yet, okay???" He knew he wouldn't receive a response, but he hoped Carlisle could here him. His eyes took in the boys facial structure, the soft sound of his breathing. Nail had been a doctor for years, his record was spotless. He began loading syringes with several medications that Carlisle had been prescribed, "I've never lost a patient, and I don't intend to let you be my first." Nail went to work, administering Carlisle's medications, adjusting monitors. He shut the light above Carlisle's bed off, giving the raven haired boy one last look before leaving the room.