"Wayne, I'm so – so sorry." Dr. Scott sighed apologetically, shaking her head sadly.

"No." The taller man gasped unbelievingly. "No, no, no, no.." He was whining, his voice getting higher and more desperate by every no he was saying. "That's not true." He groaned miserably, staring at his mother perplexed, his eyes pleading he had heard wrong, pleading the older lady was kidding.

"I'm sorry Wayne. The operation was too challenging. He couldn't handle it." Dr. Scott told regretfully, staring at her child helplessly. "His heart stopped beating." She whispered silently. "We couldn't resuscitate him – We did everything we could, I swear." She sighed sorrowfully. "He's gone."

"No." Wayne wailed heartbreakingly, collapsing on the floor, wrapping arms around his knees, curling up in a ball. "No." He was repeating painfully until he burst out crying hopelessly.

"I'm so sorry." His mother whispered remorsefully and bent over to hug her son comfortingly.

"I wanna see him." Wayne uttered through the tears and turned his teary eyes towards his mother.

Dr. Scott didn't say anything, instead she was looking at the tall man unhappily and nodded briefly.

Older lady handed her hand for Wayne and helped him on his feet. The hero's steps felt heavy and shaky when he started to follow quietly his mom who was taking him to see his boyfriend one last time.

"Are you sure about this?" Lady Scott asked carefully when they were standing outside the operation room, observing Wayne by gaze of mother's love.

Wayne nodded heavily and inhaled deeply before his mother opened quietly the door of the surgery.

Wayne stepped carefully inside. His eyes glued towards the small figure lying on the operating table in the middle of the room. Slowly he moved closer the table, his breath getting harder by every step.

The blue man was lying still on the table. There was bound white bandage going around his chin and crown. Emerald green eyes were tightly closed, and his pale blue skin was now paler than it had ever been. Intubation tube was still on, sticking out through his lips.

"No." Wayne gasped, and new tears gushed in his eyes. "Hon, please – Wake up." He begged and took the blue hand in his hand. It was ice cold and stiff.

…

Wayne sprang to sit up, waking up for his own scream. Cold sweat was covering his skin all over and he was panting heavily while watching alarmed around himself, observing his surroundings.

"Oh god – It was just a bad dream." He gasped feeling enormous relief while trying to make his shallow breathing calm down. His heart was beating fast and restlessly in his chest because of the nightmare.

He watched the clock making a note he had hardly slept an hour. The operation was still going on.

"It was just a dream." He muttered quietly, closing his eyes tightly and then opening them wide while his breath was turning back to normal and calm rhythm.

He turned his gaze on the left, staring at the empty spot where his boyfriend's bed had been during all these weeks. The sight was eerily and made unpleasant shiver go through his body, making him think the nightmare was a bad omen. What if there were some complications going on right now in the operating room? What if his boyfriend was already gone?

"No." Wayne muttered and shook his head, banishing the thought away. The hero's beloved blue love was in good hands, in the only hands he'd ever trust him. He believed 110% at his mother and her professional skills. If Mrs. Scott couldn't save Megamind, no one could. Wayne was sure about it.

He glanced the window and could see through the open blinds how the dark clouds were floating aggressively on the sky. It could start rain at any moment, he thought and got up from the bed.

He walked by heavy steps to the little bathroom of the ward and opened the faucet, washing the tiredness and distressing remains of the nightmare off his eyes and face by cold water. Or at least he tried – the truth was he felt death tired.

To be honest he couldn't remember when he'd slept properly. The hospital bed wasn't comfortable and all the beeping sounds around Megamind's bed were making him feel restless and desperate, especially when he could hear how his boyfriend was pushing the button of his PCA-pump to get relief for his continuous pains. Wayne's heart was aching painfully when he couldn't do anything but be near his love, support him by gentle words and tender hugs. Wayne – who was the city's adored hero couldn't help the only one who was the whole world to him- his own boyfriend. It was crushing him. There was also fear the blue man would give up with his life if Wayne would fall asleep for a longer time, so he acquiesced to snooze – not longer than half an hour by one time. He was sure staying awake would keep his boyfriend alive. The thought had almost formed for obsession to him. The thought made sense, right?

Wayne let out a deep sigh and glanced his reflection. The mirror wasn't merciful to him. Dark circles were framing his eyes and stubble was covering his chin and cheeks like rife grass which haven't seen a lawnmower for a while. Usually back combed dark hair was hanging half in front of his face, unclean and out of shape, making his appearance look disheveled. He hardly knew the man who was looking at him from the mirror.

Hastily Wayne turned his gaze away and shook his head, letting out another sigh before he got back to the bedroom.

He looked at the little and bleak room feeling at the same time hate, anxiety, despair and hopelessness. The room's walls were painted by sterile and cold shade of white. Floor was ugly grey linoleum and slew of different medicine devices were standing unoccupied around the empty spot where Megamind's hospital bed had been during these weeks. Only good thing in the room was a big window which opened view to the clinic's own little garden. That had made the staying in the room at least a little bit cozy, if you can link the word cozy to the hospital environment in any concept.

Wayne's gaze moved to the windowsill where was lying Megamind's personal stuff, his laptop, pile of books and blu-ray discs.

Tears gushed suddenly in the taller man's eyes when he spotted Moulin Rouge! was on the top of the pile. It was the last movie they had watched together only few nights ago. Wayne remembered how silent tears were rolling down his boyfriend's blue cheeks while Wayne was doing his best to hold his own tears. It maybe wasn't the best choice of movie while observing their situation – but his boyfriend – his lovely blue boyfriend who wears tight leather outfits covered by spikes, applies his eyes by black eyeliner and listens to hard rock music – his blue love who proclaims he's bad to the bone really isn't anything what he plays. His blue boyfriend isn't bad – instead of he's very kind, sensitive and emotional guy who loves romantic movies and novels - who loves tender kisses and loving embraces – who loves Wayne by the way he is. How could have Wayne deny him to watch one of his favorite musical? No matter though the other of the lovers die. Though Wayne's boyfriend could die too. His romanticism hungry, sweet and adorable blue boyfriend. How could he deny anything from him? He couldn't.

And now his love is lying on the operating table, cut open and fighting for his life.

The thought made cold shivers go throughs Wayne's body, making goosebumps rose on his skin and without he realized it himself, he started to walk – out of the room, turning on the right. His feet were taking him somewhere, heading determinedly forward. Wayne wasn't sure where he was going until he found himself standing behind the door where was text "Operating rooms".

He sat down on the chair behind the surgery and started to wait. Minutes were slouching and Wayne couldn't help but the nightmare he had just had, returned to haunt in his mind.

"What if he won't make it?" The hero thought quietly, hoping the best and being afraid of the worst.

"What if?"

"No, he's in good hands, he's strong, he's survivor. He'll make it." Wayne muttered quietly, though he wasn't very sure. The tiredness and dubiety were bothering him in turns, making him to get up from the chair, walk a little circle around, then sit down again, get up, walk a circle, sit down and it continued awhile until the tiredness was taking advantage of him so he headed to the vending machine and took double espresso.

The coffee tasted awful, but it was the only thing which could keep him awake. He slouched back to the chair, sat down and sipped quietly his drink.

His gaze directed to a painting on the wall opposite him. It was portraying a beach. Turquoise water, white sand, few palm trees, blue sky and sunshine – no people. Wayne found the painting weirdly calming.

It made memory flood in his mind.

Warm and windy evening - blue man running on the shoreline, water hitting his bare feet while the waves reach the sand. He's giggling enthusiastic, turns to look over his shoulder Wayne who's walking behind him. His amazingly green eyes are shining like a stars and lips are curled into a happy smile. Sun is setting behind him. Wayne is smiling widely at him feeling enormous happiness while seeing his boyfriend so excited about so simple thing. He catches the blue man in his arms and swing him around in the air. Megamind is laughing joyfully and when the taller man pulls him against his chest, the blue man's laugh turns to tender smile when Wayne leans to kiss him lovingly on the lonely beach while sunset is dyeing everything with the shades of pink and gold while the moon is waiting its turn to rise on the sky. Suddenly, out of nowhere comes one big wave, which sweeps towards the shoreline and fall both men, interrupting their passionate kiss. When the wave is gone Wayne and Megamind glance at each other, lying wet on the sand - and then they both burst to laugh loudly. "I love you" – blue man breaths softly and crawls to kiss him tenderly on the lips. – "I love you too." Wayne whispers gently when they broke the kiss and then comes the new wave and they're both laughing again.

…

Wayne was already sipping his third coffee while waiting the operation would come to an end. The memories about him and Megamind were whirling incessantly in his mind. The blue lips against his lips for the first time – so soft and kissable, wine tasting on the balcony of Evil Lair while stars were twinkling on the dark and clear sky above them, hot and bare skins against each other for the first time – his blue love so nervous and shy – his very first time – soft moans and groans filling the room – Megamind falling asleep in his arms, cardboard boxes on the floor of Wayne's apartment – full of his stuff, they trying to find place to them, collecting new furniture and decorating common home, stupid unnecessary fights – the other finally apologizing, their tree – star gazing and snuggling - Megamind's symptoms - the diagnosis, all the cures, desperate feelings, quandary and fear of losing everything.

Suddenly the door of the operating room opened, and Dr. Scott walked out. She was still wearing green gown of the surgeon and on her face was an exhausted, earnest expression.

Wayne jumped up.

"Is he okay?" He asked hurriedly, trying desperately to interpret the face of his mother. He couldn't read it.

"The surgery was challenging." Mrs. Scott said and sighed deeply.

Wayne was waiting impatiently, feeling how the panic started to get over him when he remembered his nightmare had started just the same way.

"We removed part of the stomach, liver and lower lobe of the right lung." Dr. told calmly. "We were almost done when his blood pressure crashed."

Wayne was sure his heart stopped beating for a few seconds by that information. 'No' he thought desperately. 'No, no, no..'

"But we managed to raise it quickly back on the same level it was during the beginning of the operation."

Wayne let out a sigh of relief.

"Though the surgery succeeded he's still very weak." Dr. Scott continued by serious tone.

"What does that mean?" Wayne asked weakly.

"His state is not stable yet." His mother sighed apologetic. "We know better after few days." She said quietly.

The taller man gulped and tried to gather his thoughts. 'He's still alive.'

"Can I see him?" Wayne asked, looking at his mom pleadingly.

"Sure." Dr. Scott said and flashed a sympathetic smile at her son. "Follow me."

Mrs. Scott leaded him at the door next to operating rooms. She opened it and gestured Wayne to get in. The hero stepped carefully in and his mother closed the door behind them.

They were standing in a little room which looked like some control room. There were different monitors on the table and opposite them was closets full of medicine equipment.

"Hi Mr. Scott." Wendy, Megamind's personal nurse smiled at Wayne. She was sitting in front of the monitors and keeping an eye on different readings and curves.

"Hey." Wayne greeted tiredly. Then his gaze focused on a big glass window behind the monitors. The window gave a view on another room and Wayne gasped when he noticed in the room behind the window was a hospital bed and in the bed was lying pale, blue figure.

Wayne looked around himself alarmed until he spotted a door leading right to the room where his boyfriend was lying. He rushed to it - his hand was already on the knob when angry voice hollered behind him.

"Wayne, stop!" His mother was yelling and looking at him harshly. "You have to wear those before you can go there." She said and pointed the shelf on the door's right side.

The taller man turned his look there where his mother was pointing. He was looking confused at the gowns, gloves, hair covers and surgical masks.

"Why?" He asked baffled and turned to look at the older lady incredulously.

"That's an isolation room." Dr. Scott told seriously.

"Why is he isolated?" Wayne demanded and glanced through the window his boyfriend who was lying motionless in the bed. The sight was making him feel desperate.

"His body is very weak and blood values are below reference values. The truth is even the simplest flu virus can be fatal to him right now. We're not taking any risks before the blood values get back to normal." Dr. Scott said knowingly and walked to Wayne. "Here, let me help you to wear these." She smiled at Wayne and took a gown in her hand.

…

After Mrs. Scott had helped Wayne to wear all equipment and instructed him to disinfect his hands couple times, he wore the gloves and glanced his mother who was standing between him and the door leading to the isolation room.

"Are you ready?" She asked, smiling encouragingly.

Wayne nodded and Dr. Scott opened the door behind her, letting her son get in.

Carefully the taller man stepped inside the room and the older woman closed the door immediately after him when he'd gotten inside.

The hero glanced quickly behind him and then slowly he started to take steps to the bed which was in the middle of the little room.

The sight was breaking his heart. In the middle of the bed was lying his boyfriend. He was wearing an oxygen mask and there were also other devices attached to him, measuring his heartbeat, pulse, blood pressure and oxygen saturation. PCA-pump was also standing beside the bed and cold shivers went through Wayne's body when he heard the familiar sound when the machine pumped new dose of pain medicine in the vein of his blue love. Catheter bag was hanging on the bottom of the bed rail.

Next to bed was a chair. Wayne looked at it, then he turned to look at the window of the room. His gaze met with his mother and the older lady nodded at him, smiling warmly.

Carefully Wayne sat down and took a better look at his boyfriend.

"Hey sweetie." He said quietly and took the blue hand in his gloved hand. His boyfriend didn't react.

"It's me, everything's fine." Wayne kept talking tenderly, squeezing gently the hand in his hand. "The operation is over." He whispered. "You'll recover, I'm sure about it." Wayne said softly, still petting Megamind's hand.

Wayne watched how his boyfriend's chest was raising up and down in a slow rhythm, his eyes were tightly closed, and the skin color was still pale. But he was alive – That's the most important thing.

Sounds of the equipment around them were as annoying as always, or even more. Megamind's pulse was very low and Wayne was afraid any of the heartbeats could be the last one. He was afraid stable beeping sound would change at any time. Also sound of the PCA-pump was making Wayne feel worried. It was the sound of pain - his boyfriend's pain – and only knowing Megamind was suffering physically was hurting Wayne deeply inside.

He wasn't sure how long time he'd already sat there, listening those irritating sounds, holding the hand of his boyfriend, whispering gentle words, giving hope to both of them, being afraid his heart could stop beating at any moment.

The isolation equipment he was wearing were uncomfortable. The gown was getting sweaty and the mask he was wearing felt unpleasant on his face.

"Please, wake up hon." Wayne muttered pleadingly.

The blue man didn't answer.

"Wayne." The hero felt suddenly hand on his shoulder. He turned to look behind and his eyes met with his mother who was also wearing isolation stuff.

"I guess this is enough for today." She said softly and petted the shoulder of her son.

"What, no." Wayne gasped alarmed and turned to look at his blue love. "No."

"Wayne." His mother sighed. "I know you want to be close to him but also you need to rest." She continued emphatically.

"Can I have bed here? I don't wanna leave him." Wayne pleaded heartbreakingly.

"I'm sorry hon, but that's not possible." Dr. Scott told regretfully.

"Why is his pulse so slow?" Wayne asked worriedly, staring at the monitor. "It's only 37."

"Anesthesia is still effecting." She told to her son. "It's really normal pulse gets low during deep sleep. You don't need to be worry about that." Dr. Scott assured. "Instead you should go home to sleep. You look terrible, sweetie." She scoffed in a motherly manner and walked to set programs of the PCA-pump.

"But I want to be here when he wakes up." Wayne insisted tiredly.

"I could bet he won't wake up before tomorrow afternoon. His body is reacting quite heavily to anesthesia." She stated, still setting the device.

"But.." Wayne started but his mother cut him off.

"Wayne." She said harshly and walked to taller man, placing her hands on his shoulders. "If you don't take care of yourself, you won't have an energy to take care of him when he gets home." She said gravely, staring at the hero intensively in the eyes.

Wayne let out a deep sigh and shook his head.

"I'm just afraid something bad happens if I'm not close to him." The taller man confessed sadly, and tears gathered in his eyes. "I just don't wanna lose him." He gasped and got up from the chair, wrapping arms around his mother and then he was crying helplessly.

"Just let it out, all of it." Mrs. Scott whispered, rocking the tall man soothingly back and forth in her arms.

She embraced her son lovingly, letting him to cry all the bad feelings away, just like she'd encouraged Wayne to do just when he was a little boy.

"He's totally safe here." Mrs. Scott said softly when Wayne finally calmed down. "There's someone keeping an eye on him around 24 hours. We have readiness to help him immediately when he needs it. Trust me sweetie, everything will go fine." She told tenderly, still hugging her son.

"Will you call me immediately if he wakes up or something happens?" Wayne asked quietly and turned to look at his mother by reddish eyes.

"Of course, I promise." She assured. "Please Wayne, go home to sleep."

"You really promise to call?" He asked, watching pleadingly at the older woman.

"I promise." Dr. Scott emphasized, smiling underneath her mask.

"Okay, maybe I go then." Wayne sighed and turned to look at the blue man one last time.

"Good night sweetie." He whispered and leaned to pet softly blue cheek by his fingertips. "I come back tomorrow."

Mrs. Scott led Wayne out of the isolation room and helped him to strip off the equipment.

After that and when Wayne had one last time rechecked they would call to him if anything would change in his boyfriend's state, he walked outside the building and flew to home.

For Wayne's luck it just had stopped raining, so he didn't get wet while heading to home.

Tiredly he opened the front door and stepped inside. He turned on the lights and let out a deep sigh when he noticed how untidy their apartment was.

There was dirty plates and glasses on the coffee table. Some of the glasses still contained water and juice. Back rest of the couch was covered by clothes and blankets of Megamind he'd needed while suffering from the fever and continuing temperature changes. His empty wash basin was still lying next to the couch.

Thank god it was empty, Wayne thought quietly. He hadn't realized it before how quickly they had left to the clinic and how long they'd been there without visiting home.

Wayne walked to the kitchen and new pile of dirty dishes were facing him on the draining board. He drank a glass of water and peeked in the fridge. He closed the door immediately when the stink of spoiled food hit against his face. He sighed again and shook his head, looking around in the unclean kitchen. He had problems to recognize their home. The hero used to be very clean and couldn't stand disorder and uncleanness in their home. He hadn't noticed how much Megamind's disease had affected on him before now. He knew he should clean up, at least take the garbage out but he just felt too exhausted to do anything.

Feeling dissatisfaction, he slouched to the bathroom, stripped and took a long and hot shower, washing himself properly, enjoying the running water pouring down on his skin. It had already been few days from his last shower.

After showering, Wayne dried his body and brushed his teeth before he tiredly dragged himself to the bedroom.

He sighed again when he opened the bedroom's door. Seeing own bed felt so amazingly good after spending so many nights in the hospital. Though the bed was undone, and sheets were rumpled, he didn't care. He was too tired to think about disorder of their bedroom.

He didn't mind wearing anything - or actually, he didn't have an energy to do that. Tiredness was taking totally over him when the effect of caffeine was vanishing from his body.

Wayne walked to their king-sized bed but instead of taking his own side of the bed, he went on his boyfriend's side and burrowed naked underneath the blanket. He let out a content sigh and pushed his head against Megamind's pillow, humming happily. He sniffed the scent of his boyfriend and fell asleep immediately.