It was late alredy, maybe 11 pm or so. The hospital room was alredy dark, the only sond and light coming from the boxy TV against the wall of the room, some corny and obviously scripted tv game show playing on the screen.

Whizzer was laying on the hospital bed, tired as always nowadays, IV connecting him with a plasma bad besides the bed, his brown hair covered by a beanie and wearing those awful hospital clothes. Whizzer hated the clothes, he used to wear fashionable shirts, nice and expensive jackets, all reduced to this.

He looked to the side, completly ignoring the TV progamme and looking at his lover, Marvin, the older man sleeping on the unconfortable armchair besides the hospital bed, completly exhausted from the pills and the stress he had had since Whizzer fell ill.

"Marv..." Whizzer muttered, trying to get into a sitting position, his arms wobbly like jello. He groated slighty because of the effort, looking at the other man, still sleeping "Marvin" he exhaled a little louder this time, coughing.