When. (Our Second Life)

Chapter 13

Trevor was always thin, but not like this. Now he was nothing but skin and bones. His cheeks are hollow, his closed eyes look as if they will pop out of their sockets. His breathing is ragged. He looks like a breathing corpse.

He has so many tubes stuck in his pasty white skin. The tips of his fingers are slightly blue, due to lack of blood. You can barely see the outline of his lips.

As I look at him, my composure crumbles. I weep. My tears run dry, but I continue crying. My voice has gone, when I let out any noise it cracks. I can't even tell if I am sane, if this is a dream or reality, or if its some sick joke and I am the punch line.

I cover my mouth with one hand, and reach out to Trevor with the other. I look up at Sam, my eyes speaking for me. They ask him to wheel me to Trevor's bedside, and Sam nods.

He rolls me over, and I take Trevor's frail hand in my own boney one. I ask Sam to give me some time alone, and he says he'll be waiting outside.

When we're alone, I speak to Trevor.

"Trevor, I..." I begin, but my voice cracks. I clear my voice weakly to start again. But then something crazy happens. I don't know if I'm imagining things, but I swear his finger twitched. "Trevor?! Trevor, wake up!!!" I say desperately. When he doesn't respond, I know it was just a figment of my imagination.

"Trevor. I love you. Don't leave me. Stay. You will get well again... I have faith in you." I fall silent, the tears interrupting my words. Then I do what my parents always taught me to do before they passed.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"God, I really need you right now." I sob. "Please help Trevor... I don't know what I'd do without him. If its his life you want, take mine instead. He deserves to live... He has no reason to die. Please, God..."

I can't continue.

Just then, Ricky comes in and sits beside me.

"Do you want me to pray with you?" he asks.

I shake my head no. I shouldn't be embarassed, but I am.

"I've been praying too." he says.

I lean into him and cry into his chest, not knowing what else to do.

Then a doctor comes in, telling us we have to leave. I protest, but they are stronger than me, me being in a wheel chair. So I plant a small kiss on Trevor's cold, white lips and leave. I go back to my room to sleep, so I don't have to feel the pain.

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*Trevor's POV*

I feel a soft hand take mine, insantly knowing who it was. The angel began to speak, her voice the only thing that could bring my mind to consciousness. I try to speak, but neither my lips or vocal cords are functioning. I try to open my eyes, try to move my body, try to squeeze her hand. All I can get is a small twitch out of my finger.

I couldn't make out the words, but the sound of Rose speaking to me was enough. It reminded me I had something to live for.

I hear a male voice... Ricky, maybe? Connor? I don't know... but when I feel her hand slip away from mine, I feel my consciousness slip with it. The last thing I feel before I'm completely gone, is her light lips on mine.

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*Rose's POV*

As Sam pushes me back to my room with the rest of the boys, my head starts swirling. I vaguely remember the doctor telling me I would have slight side effects of fatigue, but this doesn't feel like your average "tireds". My visit with Trevor had a huge impact on me... it left me empty, drained. My vision starts to go blurry.

"Sam..." Is all I could manage.

"Yeah?" then he realized my condition. "Rose! Guys, get a doctor. Now." he told the boys, and they started panicking, rushing to the front desk.

"Rose, stay with me now." he tells me as he hurries back to my room.

"I'm trying." I say with as much determination in my voice as I can get.

But then darkness closes in on my sight, and I'm gone.

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While I'm unconcious, I have a strange but vivid dream.

I am back in Trevor's room, but just in spirit. My body isn't there. I am just hovering in a corner. Somehow I feel his presence beside me, but when I look there's nothing there. His body is still in his bed, still in the same state he was in when I visited him.

What the hell.

I try to talk, but my "spirit" doesn't allow it. Is this real?

When I look back at Trevor, he is awake, and looking in my direction. I try to move to him, but nothing happens.

He gives a small, kind smile, and talks with a worn voice.

"I heard you." he says.

What the actual hell is going on.

"I felt you holding my hand." He explains further. "I just want you to know that." he says softly. "I will fight for you, I will wake up. I love you, Rose."

Am I having a vision?! I mentally laugh at myself. What, am I the new Raven Baxter?

Then the light goes out. Just like that.

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