(Third person POV)

Pallete woke up in a hospital bed. Unaware of how he wound up here. Someone was holding his hand but he just couldn't turn his head to see. 

Goth holds his hand tightly trying to stop the tears from falling but they just wouldn't stop. His lover was dying and he couldn't stop it. 

soon Pallete was more aware. He finally opened his eyes and turned his face towards goth and smiles softly. He becomes aware of Goth's tears a slowly raises his hand to wipe them away. He speaks in a quiet on hoarse voice, "Why are you crying, love?"

Goth slowly embraces Pallete wanting to just take his lover home. He holds Pallete's hand and looks at him, "I have a question..." He says softly, "What is it goth?" Pallete responds.

"Will you...," He takes a deep breath, "Marry me...?"

Pallete's eyes widen and he smiles starting to cry, "of course"

Goth smiles sadly and kisses the smaller, sliding a ring onto his finger. Pallete cuddles him still unaware of his situation. Goth holds him close and tight praying to every god and goddess he knew to save his dearly beloved.