Remember Me: Chapter 5

A/N: IMPORTANT. Before you read this, i have a request. i want you to read it while either listening to or thinking about the song 'Fix You' by Coldplay. preferably listening to, it'll have abetter effect. Warning: this chapter is very emotional. oh, and I'm sorry.

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As the days went on, Drew became a bit more caring. He smiled more, and we spent more time together just the two of us. One afternoon, we were sitting on the sofa chatting, when I suddenly wrinkled my brow and squeaked in pain.

"What's wrong?" Drew enquired.
"Nothing, my jaw hurts." I said, rubbing it slightly.
"That's strange."
"Yeah. I guess I've been talking too much!"
"Maybe. Does anything else hurt?"

As if on cue, my left arm began to hurt. Pain shot up and down it as my chest seized up.

"My arm. And my chest hurts too."
"Maybe we should go to the hospital. This could be serious."
"No. I don't want to go back there!"
"Come on, its just to check that everything's going to be ok. Nothing bad is going to happen."
"Promise?" I croaked.
"Promise."

We stumbled outside and hailed a cab to the hospital.

Drew's P.O.V

We checked Shane into the hospital and the doctors checked him over while I went and got coffee. On my way back, I got a few meters away from his room when his doctor emerged and pulled me aside.

"Mr. Woolnough."
"Doctor. How is he?"
"Well, it's not good news. He had a heart attack."
"What?"
"It would appear that the accident a few months ago left some damage behind. We didn't pick up on it at first but it's worsened. There is damage to his heart that caused it to fail. There's no guarantee we can do anything about it."

I stood completely still, shocked.

"Is he going to die?" I asked quietly, choking back sobs.
"We will do all we can, but at the moment it's unclear. We'll keep you posted."
"Thank you."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked into Shane's room, forcing a smile.

"How you feeling?"
"Not good."
"Really?"
"I feel like my heart's been ripped out. Literally."
"The doctor said it was a heart attack."
"A heart attack? What caused it?"
"Underlying damage from the accident."

There was an agonizing pause.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?"

I didn't know what to say.

"I won't let you die, Shane. You can't."
"Drew, if it's my time, I have to go."
"But it's not your time! So you have to stay!" I pleaded.
"Listen to me. I don't think I've got long. I feel dead already. If I go on living, I'll only be in pain. I'll have countless surgeries, and all in vain."
"Poetry."
"Made up on the spot. Seems I remembered how to write catchy poems." He gave a weak smile.
"Please don't leave me Shane. You can have my heart if you want it."
"I think I have it already."
"What?"
"You think you've done well hiding it. But I see right through you, Drew. I always could. All those times you tried to keep secrets. When you snapped a string on my guitar and tried to lie about it. You always were a terrible liar. I know, Drew, so you might as well say it while you've got the chance."
"Shane… you remember."
"I think my brain went into shock from lack of blood when I had the heart attack. I started remembering things. It's all coming back to me Drew. Everything."
"I… I need to tell you something."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I love you too. More than you know."

And just like that, I watched in horror as his eyes closed and the monitor flat lined. The room suddenly became dull, as if all the life had been sucked from it. And the tears began to form and fall as I watched him slip away.