** I know I just updated "Starting Over" on Friday but this is by special request. Today is ObsessedwithTidam 's BIRTHDAY!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!! ENJOY!!

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~~ Meanwhile inside the bedroom ~~

Suddenly feeling nauseous, Tim tries to get out of bed. His weak legs give way and he falls to his knees. Using the bed, he pulls himself up and stumbles toward the bathroom. Using anything he could for support, furniture or the wall.

As he staggers into the bathroom, he catches sight of himself in the mirror. As his mom used to say, 'He looked like death warmed over.'

He falls on his knees by the toilet. But he had nothing in his stomach to throw up. Nothing but dry heaves.

"Oh, God." He sobs as he sits on the floor, leaning against the bath tub. "Dear God, Please, just take me now. I can't do this. I'm begging, just let me die." He prays silently as tears streams down his cheeks.

He lays down on the floor, pulling his knees to his chest as he cries uncontrollably.

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"I'm going back in." Adam says with a nod.

"Are you sure? Maybe you should wait a little while." Chris says, concerned for his little brother's safety.

"Actually, he doesn't need to be left alone for too long." Nate says. "He's too weak to be any danger to Adam."

"I have to be with him, Chris. He's my husband." Adam says as tears fill his eyes.

"Just hold him, Adam. He just needs to know that you're there for him." Avi says. "It shouldn't be much longer and things will start to get better."

"God, I hope you're right." Adam sighs as he reaches for the door knob.

"We'll be downstairs if you need us." Chance says.

Adam nods then slowly opens the door and quietly walks in. His eyes fixed on the floor. It hurt him to see Tim this way. He closes the door behind him. Taking a calming breath, he lifts his eyes only to see Tim gone from the bed.

"Tim?" He calls softly.

His head turns quickly to the bathroom as he hears his lover's heavy sobs.

"Sweetheart?" Adam rushes quickly to the bathroom, freezing in the doorway. Tears flood his eyes when he sees Tim curled up on the floor. "Honey?"

He falls to his knees and lifts Tim's limp body. Hugging him tightly.

"Adam?" Tim's voice was hoarse and cracked. "Where'd you go?"

He clutched tightly to Adam's tee shirt.

"Baby, you told us .... never mind. I here now." Adam says as he rocked his husband slowly.

"Please, don't leave me." Tim says quietly, laying his head on his husband's shoulder. "I need you."

"Honey, I'm not going anywhere." Adam says, placing a kiss on Tim's head. "Let's get you back to bed and off this cold hard floor."

He takes one of Tim's arm and drapes it around his shoulder, holding tightly to his hand. He slides his arm around Tim's waist.

"Can you walk?" Adam asks as he helps Tim up from the floor.

"Barely. I'm just so weak and out of breath." Tim says as he manages to get to his feet.

It was quite a struggle but Adam did manage to get Tim back to the bed.

"Here, you need to take a drink." Adam says, holding a bottle of Gatorade up to Tim's lips.

"Do I have to?" Tim says with a tired smirk causing Adam to smile.

"Yes, Mr. Foust, you do. Doctor's orders." Adam smiles, giving Tim a drink.

"If I make it through this alive, I will never drink Gatorade again." Tim growls, making a face. "I don't give a d*mn who's order it is."

"We'll see about that, Sassy Ass." Adam chuckles, kissing his husband on the forehead.

Tim groans as his muscles tenses up in pain.

"God, it hurts." He moans, drawing his arms to his chest.

"I know, Babe." Adam says as he lays down beside Tim, pulling him into his arms.

He tightens his grip and throws his leg over his husband to help keep him still.

"Shhh, just relax." Adam says in a very soft voice.

"Please, don't leave me." Tim whimpers as he lays his head on his husband's chest. "I can't do this alone."

"You're not alone, Angel. I'll never leave you alone." Adam whispers as he begins to hum in hopes of relaxing Tim.

Tim's body would tighten in Adam's grip when a surge of pain went through him.

"Ohhhhhh." Tim groans as he grips Adam's shirt.

"You're gonna make it." Adam says.

He lays his head on top of Tim's, closing his eyes. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he begins to sing.

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"I love you so much." Adam whispers after he finished singing.

"I love you too." Tim whispers. "More than you'll ever know."

They lay in silence for a few minutes. Only Tim's heavy breathing and a whimper ever now and then was heard.

Adam's mind begins to wonder. Thinking back to the very first time they had made love. Sneaking off to go camping or to a concert. Back to the time they went to an amusement park and acted like two overgrown children. No one will ever know the Tim that he does. Not Avi, not Austin, no one.

He smiles and wipes a tear away. His smile fades as he notices that Tim's body had went limp in his arms. The whimpering had stopped.

Adam's heart beat out of his chest. Had his husband given up and died in his arms? He couldn't hear if Tim was breathing because of his own rapid breathing. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

He tried to feel for a heartbeat but his fingers were too numb and his hands were trembling.

Stretching his arm out, he manages to grab his cell phone from the nightstand. He quickly finds Nate's number.

"Adam? Is everything okay?" Nate asks as he answers his phone.

"GET UP HERE!! NOW!!" Adam yells panicky into the phone.

Within seconds, the bedroom door swings open and the whole gang runs in.

"Please! Check to see if he's breathing." Adam whispers through his tears.

The gang remains frozen in their tracks as they stare at the lifeless hit man.

Nate runs over to his bag and grabs his stethoscope. He gives Adam a nervous glance as he puts the ear pieces in his ears and lays the other part to Tim's chest.

"Oh, dear God. Don't take him from us." Avi prays silently as he holds a weeping Kirstie in his arms.

"Nate? Please, say something." Adam sobs.

A slow smile creeps upon the young doctor's face. He grabs a small flashlight and checks Tim's pupils.

"SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT!!" Eddie yells as he takes a step toward the bed.

"He's asleep." Nate chuckles as he removes the stethoscope from his ears.

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