Stay With Me, Darling

Chapter 5 ^Simon^

I suggest listening to the music along with this, it really pulls the mood together. Try starting at 50 mins in, the song is a tearjerker.

The world was coming into focus. God my head is pounding. I can hear...Baz? I think. He's talking, to me. 

"Please. Please. Stay with me, Darling." I can hear Baz's voice cracking, he's crying. He never cries, and it hurts my heart. I can't let him hurt.

"Baz...?" I can barely whisper.

"Simon! Crowley, finally. God I'm so worried. You don't know what you do to me." He starts laughing.

"I- I feel, better. My head is pounding though, it's like there are little lumberjacks in there." I stutter. "Ugh...are pain meds an option?" I say, tilting my head up and reaching up to rub my temples.

"I'll see, hold on." Baz says walking over to call a nurse before returning to the hospital bed. He sits down next to me and rubs my temples for me gently. I sigh gently, it feels good. Suddenly, he slides his hands slowly down to my cheeks before kissing me. It feels so good to kiss him. His lips are soft, and cold. I'm so hot, and his lips make me feel better. Then he goes back to rubbing my temples just before the nurse walks in.

"Is everything alright Baz? Oh he's awake! Hold on, I'll get the doctor, I'll return shortly." I guess he's spent so much time here that everyone knows him. Wait, how long has he been here?

"Baz. I'm going to ask you something, and I want the truth." I tell him. "How long have you been here? Really, have you gone home?"

"I-I, no... I haven't. I haven't left the hospital in 2 weeks." Baz said, his proud head drooping. His shiny black hair fell over his face, but it had lost its luster. I push myself up farther into a sitting position, then I reach out, cupping his face and brushing the hair back with one hand. His face is hooded and drawn.

"Love...That's not healthy. How have you been eating? And you're showering I assume, which means that your hair is my fault...Your beautiful hair, it's so dull..." I say, my voice breaking. Tears start running down my face and I bite my lip. Now Baz is crying too. 

"It's not like I'm gonna die. You on the other hand, have that much to worry about. I can't lose you. I can't lose anyone else, not again. You can't leave me!" He says between sobs. I've seen him cry, sob even, but he's never broken down like this. My heart aches for him.

I giggle softly, letting my greasy curls fall forward, "I'm not going anywhere yet silly. Not yet, we have so much to do. We need to have a life, together. We have so much to do silly." I tell him, kissing his forehead. "We, we have to get married, and have kids, and grow old. And-and, maybe we'll do it...together?"

Baz laughs out loud. A good laugh, my laugh. "Did, uhm, did you just ask me to marry you?" 

"Oh...uhm, I guess I did. It was an accident-" I start to say.

"Yes..." Baz says before kissing me. He scoots closer and hugs me. It's the kind of hug I love that he gives. His strong arms are around me, and he's holding me, like he's never going to let go.

I sob quietly again. "I love you..." I squeeze him as tight as I can, "Never let me go. Please."

I feel him smile against my head, and he moves one arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. "Never." He whispers.