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I'll Fly Away - Chapter 14

       Morty rocked in the corner, watching Gary and Gene leave like they'd been planning to do. They had been discussing it for a while.

"There's no use. He just ain't coming around, Gene."

"I know. But... I wanna be here, if he does."

"How about we go home for a day, at the most, and I'll see if somebody else he knows can come around? It's been over a week."

"Okay."

       The two left after a short time, Morty watching orange put their appendage around green as they walked out. Honestly, he didn't blame them. He didn't feel like he was gonna wake up anytime soon, either.

       "When I die," Morty sang quietly, "hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away." The brunet listened to his own voice break, sitting down on the edge of his own hospital bed. The bandages were gone, from his hands and his head. "To a land where joys will never end," Morty sniffled, wiping his nose. "I'll fly away."

       "God," he hung his head, slinking off to his corner, "why can't I just die?"

"Because he needs you."

       "Who's there?" Morty looked around quickly, though he saw nobody.

"I'm sorry I left you. I had to help somebody else."

       "Are you the one that's always telling me to wake up?"

"Yes."

      Morty almost leapt for joy. "Does this mean I can still wake up?!"

"My absence or presence does not decide that. You've always been able to, regardless. That child was just playing a game. Pay it no mind."

       Morty ran around the room now, happy as ever.

"Do not rejoice too much. You have limited time to unlock the answer."

       "How long?"

       Morty felt a shift in the air, a wave of uneasiness.

"I do not wish to frighten you. But it is not long at all. You must hurry."

       Rick stood outside the brunet's hospital room once again. Gary and Gene had finally just come to his house and barged in, finding Rick playing on the Xbox in his pajama bottoms, surrounded by pop tarts and beer bottles. After making him smell less like a french whore house that caught fire, the two had sent Rick towards the hospital. But the man didn't mind. It was too hard to live without the brunet, but he had to anyways. So maybe just friends of a sort. No sex, no kissing, no cuddling. Just acquaintances.

      No! Rick kept reminding himself that they couldn't talk at all. If the kid woke up, this would be the only time he ever saw Rick again.

       Morty sat in his corner, pulling all the stops. He had to unlock the secrets. He had to wake up. The doctors declared him officially not brain dead, which really helped, but they discussed his likeliness of being paralyzed in several ways.

"You can do it! Do it for him!"

       "Who am I doing this for?" Morty questioned once he lost his conversation. He looked over now, seeing a blue entity that must have been there for a while. He hadn't noticed them before, though.

"Hi, Morty."

       Rick sat on the hospital bed, looking down at the brunet whom still looked like an angel somehow, even surrounded by this mess. Really, it was amazing. His dark little angel of sorts.