I would never forget the day of my 36th birthday, in 1985. One of the worst days of my life.
I'd been weak lately, and losing a lot of weight. I was sick all the time and I had lost the little color I had, and my friends finally talked me into going to the doctor. More recently, I'd started coughing up small amounts of blood.
So I managed to catch all my friends at once, on a weekend. It was supposed to be a fun night. But they had to know.
But looking at them, laughing and drinking, I didn't know if I could. But then I started coughing violently, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. I wiped the drops of blood on my jeans.
"You okay, Charlie?" Two-Bit asked.
"I'm f-" I started, but I stopped in the middle of my sentence. "No. I'm not."
"What's wrong?" Steve frowned, and I felt a little bad I hadn't told him first.
"I've got it, guys," I said, staring at the floor. The bottle of beer in my hand felt too heavy. I wondered how long I had.
"Got what?" Pony asked slowly.
"Don't act like it ain't obvious." I swallowed, trying to ignore the immense pain in my throat.
"AIDS..." Soda finally said in a quiet voice. Everyone stared at me, awaiting my confirmation. I nodded, and the silence hung heavy for a minute before all of them started talking at once.
"Ah!" I cut all of them off. "Save it. I don't want any apologies or nothin'. Let's all just pretend that I'm not dying, alright?"
Everyone seemed to be alright with that.
.
I had fought for three years, but I was getting weaker and weaker as each day went by.
"Steve," I held his hand, gently rubbing circles with my thumb. "Soon."
"It's too soon," he sobbed. "You can't die."
"I'm not immortal, my love," I said. "Could you do me one last favor?"
"Anything."
"Can-" I slipped out of consciousness for a moment.
"Charlie? Charlie, wake up," He shook me awake. "Oh, thank god."
"M'sorry." I mumbled. "Can you call our friends? I want to see them one more time."
"Sure." Steve left for a moment and came back. "They'll be here as soon as they can."
I nodded, and inhaled sharply when I felt a pain in my chest. Is this it? I asked.
I hated that I was dying in the hospital. This isn't how I wanted to die. I didn't want to die so old. Why couldn't I have died with my brother? It didn't matter anymore, because I'd be seeing him soon enough. Or at least I prayed I was.
"Steve," I could feel the world fading away, and numbness was spreading over me. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Steve sobbed, pressing a kiss to my hand. "I love you so much."
"I'm sorry, my love." Was the last thing I said, and then everything was gone.
I could be with my friends now. I had learned to love someone after all. I wondered if Dally would be proud of me. I would be finding out soon enough.
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Shattered
FanfictionWhen Dallas Winston rolled into town with his kid brother, no one was really sure what to expect, least of all Charlie Winston. Most people were scared of Dallas and respected his track record, but Charlie definitely didn't. He knew that Dallas didn...