Whizzer was laying in his hospital bed, the room he was staying in still felt horrible to him. He just wanted to come home, to sleep in the same bed as Marvin again but he knew that he wouldn't be able to. The hospital room gave off a feeling of uneasiness and dread. Whizzer was hooked up to tons of machines that were keeping him alive, he was slowly dying. His physical health was deteriorating with each visit he got. Sometimes Cordelia and Charlotte visited, Cordelia loved to knit Whizzer beanies to cover up his hair loss from chemotherapy. Marvin always visited, every spare moment that he wasn't at work he was at Whizzer's bedside. He smiled weakly when Marvin walked in.

"Marv, I didn't think that you would be able to show up - I thought that you would be at work.."

Whizzer's throat burned up every time he spoke. It was so hard for him to talk but he spoke anyway. All he wanted to do was talk and talk to Marvin, he didn't what to spend all his time silent when he was dying. It was so scary, the AIDS had absolutely wrecked him, physically and mentally. The only thing that he wanted was not to die alone. He had made that very clear. One of the things that scared Whizzer the most was that Marvin might have AIDS too, they were lovers after all.