It's Not Living Without You (Desus)

Chapter Thirty

Notes: This is the last chapter guys! Thanks so much for reading and leaving votes and comments. The song for this chapter is "Say Something" by A Great Big World

Jesus watched as the doctor examined Daryl. He wore a mask and gloves, trying to protect himself from the disease. He had put an IV in Daryl's left arm, and he looked somewhat concerned.

The doctor eventually left the room, after he had finished examining all of the patients.

He pulled off his mask and gloves, and walked over to Jesus.

"Mr. Rovia, is it?" He asked.

Jesus nodded, feeling numb.

"And you are Mr. Dixon's... significant other?" The doctor inquired.

Jesus simply nodded again.

The doctor drew in a deep breath.

"Mr. Rovia, there is never an easy way to say this. I'm afraid Mr. Dixon isn't doing very well."

The room swam in front of Jesus. He leaned against the wall for support.

"What do you mean..." Jesus whispered.

The doctor gave him a look of pity.

"I don't think Mr. Dixon is going to make it.." he responded, very quietly.

There was silence. Jesus closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you into the room to see him, but you can say your goodbyes from here." The doctor said.

Jesus thought his heart had stopped beating.

Everything was moving around him in blurs.

He felt nothing.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he was slamming his fists against the plastic, over and over again.

The doctor yelled at him to stop, but Jesus didn't hear.

There was a ringing in his ears, and all he could think about was getting to Daryl.

The plastic began to crack, and the the doctor called Rick into the room.

Rick tried to hold Jesus back, and wrapped his arms around his body, but Jesus fought against him.

He slammed his entire body against the plastic, and both he and Rick fell through the now destroyed wall.

He rolled away from Rick, and threw himself over Daryl.

"Daryl." He gasped. "Daryl. Please. Open your eyes. I'm here. You're okay. Daryl, wake up!" He begged.

He shook Daryl, and was aware of tears sliding down his face.

"Please. Wake up. I love you. Please. YOU NEED TO FUCKING BE OKAY, DARYL."

Jesus wasn't even aware that his voice had grown louder and more desperate with each word.

He slammed his fist against the bed.

"DAMNIT DARYL." He yelled.

His voice cracked, and he broke off in a sob.

"I need you.." he whispered.

He fell to his knees next to the bed, and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up.

The doctor stood there, looking at him with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry." The doctor said quietly."I'm afraid he's gone."

"No!" Jesus screamed. "I was going to ask him to marry me! I can't lose him now... not yet..."