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Marlon? Marlon what's wrong?

*grunting in agony and nausea* Connie...gotta get me to a doctor...I'm sick.

Sit down, stay. I'm calling for an ambulance. Don't you even think about arguing with me. *whips out her cell phone and dials 911, using all her Lieutenant-y powers to get an ambulance quickly as possible*

*almost chokes out a laugh* Argue? Don't make me laugh...I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding inside...that'd be the thing to do...hurry...

Damn it, Marlon, what the hell happened to you? *angry worried, listening for sirens*

*doubles over in pain and drops to his knees, breathing heavy and sweating* Lunch today...food poisoning I think...just had vanilla ice cream...then I got sick and threw up...ice cream came up pink. Think I ruptured something in my stomach...Oh Jesus *he doubles over and coughs up a small amount of black fluid*...Oh God oh Jesus...they gotta get here quick. I don't think it's happening too fast, but I could be losing blood.

Fuck. *puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes as the ambulance arrives and she's forced to step back as the paramedics take over.*

*grimaces in pain, hears the sirens coming. He puts his hand over hers as she puts it on his shoulder* Connie, I love you....this can't kill me. I wanna stay with you. I...always w-.

*He starts to get lightheaded as the paramedics help him onto the stretcher and wheel him to the ambulance*...see you there.

*whispers angrily in his ear* If you die on me, I'll bring you back just to kill you myself. *watches him go, looking angry, worried and scared*

*All throughout the trip to the hospital. Marlon stares wide-eyed and panting hard, watching the ceiling get brighter and dimmer, feeling dizzier, hanging on desperately to all the noise, fearing losing consciousness.*

*Although he's going into shock, the jolt of making it alive to the ER makes him want to bolt upright on the stretcher*
Doctor...I'm bleeding internally...losing blood. You gotta help quick...O...O-positive. Quick...
*The doctor announces that he will pump the blood from Marlon's stomach and pump ice water into it to stop the bleeding and find the blood for a transfusion*
Make it fast. And don't look so worried...like I could go any second. I'll make it, right?
*"God willing," the doctor answers*

*Better to be angry than scared, Murphy tears into the hospital, intimidates the nurses, and still ends up having to pace back and forth in the waiting room because no they won't let her see him, no they won't tell her what's going on and she's stuck having to wait*

*The nurse is being too polite, speaking too loudly and moving too quickly. They've done a scan and the bleeding has stopped, but they still can't find the blood he needs. His blood pressure is being taken almost constantly, he's being injected frequently. He waits, breathing heavily just so he knows he's still breathing. Waiting, his life depends on waiting. He tells the nurse that Connie Murphy is probably here and that she should be brought to him as quickly as possible.*

*pretty much snaps the nurses head off when she's finally allowed to see him, grabs his hand tightly, avoiding anything that looks important* They probably won't let me stay long, but I'm here and pissing off the staff.

*He looks deadly pale and can only just consciously register things around him, the sight and the mostly numb but present feel of her hand on his keeps him alert and fighting* Hey Connie. They're lookin' for blood to put in. Haven't gotten it yet. I'm-...it is really you right? It's not the shock?

No, it's not the damn shock. I'm here until they get security to drag me out.

*lets out a faint sigh, slurs and drawls out whatever he can just to stay conscious* Oh. Good. I was hopin' it was you. Don't wanna scare you, but they'd better get back here with that blood. I could die. I don't wanna. Things've been lookin' up. Nurse said she saw me praying. I don't believe her....Don't let 'em take you, Murphy. You keep me fightin'.

No one is taking you from me, not even God.

*His eyelids begin to get heavy. He strains to listen for any approaching doctors* Connie...I'll beat God shitless if he tries...just in case...I've hoped we can be together forever...you're that much...to me. I know, it's really scary...so if I get outta this alive...forget I said it. Please...don't be afraid. Just know...I really...really do love you...

*His eyelids begin to lower and his breathing begins to shorten just as at that very moment the doctor and a team of nurses arrive with bags of blood and IV tubes. He's still breathing, he can hear them setting up quickly. As he dangles from his last thread of consciousness, he realizes that he is praying after all.*

*Murphy is forced back so the doctors can work and stands silently crying out of the way, scared to death*

*Hours seem to pass before Murphy is finally summoned to the hospital room where Marlon has been moved*
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