Beyond Darkness

Maybe

Dylan~

He watched doctors check on Vincent. He was on the other side of the glass doors, not because he didn't want to leave Vincent but he couldn't face him, not after knowing the fact that when Vincent was suffering a heart attack he had tried to run away. He didn't though. He had heard a nice rapport from all of his servants. Even the oldest one, who was the keeper of the estate and had known him since he was a child had nothing but nice things to say about Vincent. The keeper's voice had gotten really melancholy at one point. Dylan wondered what it was.

He entered the room and sat besides Vincent, softly lacing his fingers with him. He then laid his head on his forearm and closed his eyes. He didn't know how long it had been when he felt a soft hand in his hair. Slowly making circles, then he felt those fingers dipping low and caressing the nape of his neck. He moved but the hold on his neck tightened. He looked up and met with the bluest eyes he had ever witnessed. "Vincent..." he whispered. He blinked but the scene didn't change. Vincent was really awake, and he was smiling at him. The hand on his neck turned caressing again and Dylan watched as Vincent tipped the cup of Ice chips in his mouth. Dylan just realised that Vincent was sitting upright. When had that happened?

"You're awake" Vincent said with an amusement in his voice. His voice rolled over Dylan in raging waves. Dylan was momentarily stunned. He was still staring at him. Vincent was now smiling even wider which soon changed to an unhinged laughter. "Look at you" he said in between gasps. Dylan was now full on pouting. He got up to leave but Vincent held his hand. It was like one of those scenes from the movies where the hero stops his muse from leaving. He rolled his eyes and turned around and Vincent was staring at him intently. "Why?" He asked.

"Why, what?" Dylan asked, looking at him questioningly. Vincent released his hand and looked away. "Why didn't you leave?"

Dylan was taken aback by the question. "Did you want me to?" He asked. "Maybe" was all the reply that came. Vincent was now looking at him, he just nodded and grabbed the empty cup. "I'll get more Ice chips for you." Dylan said and smiled. He left the room.

On his way to the machine all he could think was why didn't he leave? What had happened when his feet involuntarily took him back to that cabinet where first aid was kept? He reached the machine and filled the cup and then went back to Vincent's room. Vincent had fallen asleep. Maybe the staying awake had tired him. He shifted him so that he was laying down. He set the cup on the table, knowing that it would melt until he woke up. He sat besides Vincent again, rested his head on the side of the bed and closed his eyes.

He woke up to loud beeping, his fight kicking in he called for a nurse and then rushed to Vincent's side. His blood pressure was dropping. Soon doctors and nurses came rushing inside and they administered the medicines. Soon they had his blood pressure and heart beat under control. The decision of the doctors was a medical induced coma as they were sceptical about a possibility of a stroke and they wanted to observe any abnormalities in brain functions. Dylan agreed with everything they said. Vincent was safe here. In intensive care but he had to inform everyone at his home who were waiting for him.

With a last look at Vincent, he decided to go back to his place and get him a change of clothes and inform the keeper to take care of him. He knew the step he was taking was a bit careless, but he wanted to nonetheless. He drove Vincent's car and the keeper opened the gate for him. He got out of and placed a hand on the keeper's shoulder. He had been worried, because as soon as Dylan got off of the car he bombarded Dylan with questions. "Jack...Jack! Please Relax. Vincent is okay. He's in the Intensive Care Unit and I'll explain everything to you, let's go inside."

After they were inside Dylan explained everything the best he could to Jack. Jack did understand everything Dylan was talking about. Dylan also explained all the kinds of severe care he had to take of Vincent and how Vincent had to do nothing strenuous or something that could potentially be stressful. The kind soul had jotted everything down what Dylan had said. He smiled and gave Jack a hug which he kindly returned. He had held on longer than Dylan had expected.

Dylan had picked out a fresh pair of clothes for Vincent, loose and comfortable. He had also made a list of everything that he might need at the hospital. He packed a razor and his toothbrush. Dylan had lingered on the toothbrush, softly raking the bristles with his finger. After he had packed all of the essentials, Dylan went into the study and had found a letter head. He spotted a beautiful pen that was carefully stationed, it was black and gold. the body bore Vincent's intials in gold and a cursive script. He picked it up and surely it was a fountain, with a beautiful and intricate golden nib. When he was done writing he had placed the pen back on its place. As he started to leave, Dylan looked back at it and then picked it up. Placing it against his chest, he left with that pen.

"Maybe" The words echoed in his brain. He had expected him to run, afterall he had chained Dylan in the basement. At first he was terrified of Vincent, but not because he thought he was going to harm him but because he had never expected it to happen this way. He had never thought that a person whom Dylan idolized the most would kidnap him this way and then take such care of him. Dylan had totally submitted to Vincent which even surprised himself. He did not know why,

But he intended to find out why.