trans_9 | If I should die before I wake [Closed]

When he had been sedated and placed into the pods, Daimon Hellstrom's heart felt as though it were on fire. When he woke the pain had spread to his entire body. He had been released into one of the halls but he couldn't stand again. He didn't even have the strength to stay on his hands and knees and collapsed onto the floor.

"No." He whispered.

Daimon heard Stacy's gentle, encouraging voice in his head but not listening. He couldn't make out the words.

It was impossible to focus on anything but the pain. He couldn't remember where he'd been before now. He tried to clear his mind and focus but it was useless.

"Months," the word kept running through his mind. Why?

You're dying. And with the realization came other memories. His weakness, his chest pains, all symptoms he had ignored for as long as he could until he saw Dr. Hussain. Somehow, he knew he was dying. He could feel it but until she said "less than six months" he hadn't realized how quickly it was all happening.

Now that time was gone. He had spent it in the pods as Stacy tried in vain to heal him.

Daimon clawed at the floor but even his attempts to crawl failed.

Not yet. God, please not yet. Patsy. Let me see Patsy one more time.

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Patsy closed her eyes tightly and leaned into Daimon's touch. She shivered a little - out of sadness, out of longing, and out of love.

She opened her eyes and gently took Daimon's hand in hers. She gently kissed each of his knuckles and then asked,

"What about your Darksoul, Daimon? Without you, it might wreak havoc on the ship?

Daimon sighed in relief. He was afraid that Patsy would shrink away from his touch.

"Without me it will die." Most likely. "The connection goes both ways."

"And if it doesn't?" Patsy frowned lightly. "You need to give me a back up plan, Daimon. Just in case."

"There are others who know. They helped me seal it inside-" He stopped himself. "I will not tell you where it is. I know you too well."

That didn't stop him from picturing the place in his mind. Daimon Hellstrom was skilled at shielding his thoughts from others but only when he could concentrate. Not even the Son of Satan could do that and cling to life at the same time.

"Of course," Patsy replied, turning her face away from Daimon. A smile graced her face, where there should have been sadness. "I understand, Daimon."

And she did. She understood exactly where his Darksoul was.

First moment she got, she was going to free that thing and save Daimon Hellstrom's life.

Even if it killed their relationship.

She was smiling. Why was she- she was planning something.

"Patsy..."

Daimon's body burned. His soul's connection to life was rapidly fading. It was a struggle just to keep his eyes open and now he had to deal with his girlfriend going against him when he'd made his wishes clear.

He should have expected this. Why should dying be any easier than living?

"Don't."

She turned back to Daimon and struggled to keep a straight face. "I love you, Daimon Hellstrom. You know that, right?"

For a moment words failed.

"I do. And I love you with all my heart, such as it is." That statement was worth more now that he was without his darksoul than it ever had been. Wasn't it?

Yes. Yes it was. And that meant a lot to Patsy.

But that didn't mean that she wasn't going to do exactly what she needed to do to save his life.

"I know."

That was what he needed to hear.

Daimon closed his eyes and allowed himself to let go. He wasn't thinking about what Patsy might do anymore. He had to trust to his own abilities. The seals that kept the darksoul inside of the statue were strong. They would hold.

Lying there, dying, Daimon looked terrible and yet he had never looked more peaceful.

"Will you stay with me?" He asked quietly.

"Of course I will," Patsy said softly. She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand and then leaned down and gently kissed him on the forehead.

Just as gently, telepathically, she attempted to help nudge him to sleep.

So that she could be evil and free the Darksoul.

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