What Next?

Mike grinned at him.
"I love you too, so you had better make sure you fix me...So I can stick around and be yours."
First time Mike had ever admitted it, but he was Zack's.

"Oh I will." Zack beamed. Mike was his and he was Mike's.

Mike licked his lips as he looked up at his lover.
"And don't kiss me again, im sick, ill get you sick and you really don't need pneumonia."

Zack groaned.
"But I like kissing you." He pouted.

"And when Im not sick anymore you can kiss me and hug me and cuddle me and make love to me and to whatever the hell you want." Mike laughed and shivered.
"Damn cold..."

Zack held him closer. He ran his strangely warm hands all over Mike's body. He showered his face and neck with kisses, hoping to warm him at least slightly.

Mike sighed and cuddled to his chest.
"Damn you, im am NOT the girlllll." Mike whined to his lover.

"Nope, but you're cold. So I'm simply warming you." Zack grinned.

Mike scooted away and frowned.
"Now im cold...."
And he didnt feel good.

"Well then get your butt back over here." Zack stuck his tongue out.

"No...I don't wanna move...just...."
He was not saying it, no way in hell was he saying.

"What?" Zack pouted. "Just what??"

"Hold me....."
And he had sunken so low he would never get back to the top.

Zack gave a small sweet smile and pulled Mike to his chest. He kissed his neck softly.

"Damn....."
He was so the girl, he was the bitch, he was sensitive, and he was crying and he was a fucking twisted little cuss.

"You're allowed to be like this for a day Mikey." Zack said.

"I don't wanna be....But I need it."
He sighed.
He needed to be assured Zack loved him.
Zack wouldn't leave him for Rosa
Zack was going to fix him
Zack would stand by him
Zack would protect him
Zack would he here while he was weak
When he got out...this was over.

"ALright, I know you do. So that's why Im' doing it." He hugged Mike to his chest.

Mike sighed as the doctor came in and looked at them weirdly before just walking out.
Two minutes later he came back and told Mike he had to leave because they didn't care for faggots.

Zack growled. Fucking assholes. His boyfriend was sick and he was not going to get treatment because the doctor was a bigot.

Mike glared as the doctor roughly yanked the IV out out his arm, tearing his skin as he ripped the tape away. Mike was still to weak to do anything, he was sick and he was still suffering with hypothermia....So when the doctor pulled Zack out of the bed and shoved Mike, he fell, he couldn't stand.

"I can fucking sue for that shit." Zack growled as he helped Mike off the floor. Zack lifted Mike up and carried him out to the car, yelling at Maryse to follow as he passed.

Maryse followed, but not before giving the doctor a few choice words. She strutted up to him and slapped him across the face.
Vous êtes tous des connards, vous devez pourrir en enfer pour ça! Je vais poursuivre le pantalon large à tous les médecins vous chienne riche, vous entendrez parler de mon avocat. Vous payez pour cela! "
She stormed back to Zack' truck.
"We need another hospital...."

"Yes we fucking do." Zack growled as he set Mike down in the passenger's seat. "I'm going to fucking flip on that asshole."

Now that Mike was sitting up, you could tell he was sick. His face was pale and he swayed from side to side, he finally just fell on Maryse's shoulder.
"Zack....he is burning up.." She felt his forehead and then shook her head at Zack.