Stolas awoke to the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the faint snoring of Blitzo, who was laying beside him. The morning light was softly peaking through the window, casting a warm glow on Blitzo's face. Stolas leaned in, pressing a light kiss onto his forehead. "Wake up, darling," he mumbled.

When Blitzy didn't stir, Stolas assumed that he was enjoying a deep sleep. He considered letting him rest a little while longer. He idly ran his fingers through Blitzo's hair, silently admiring his peaceful expression.

After a few moments though, Stolas found himself feeling a little uneasy. Why hadn't Blitzo woken up yet? Stolas gently nudged him, hoping the movement would wake him up. "Blitzy, you should wake up now," he prompted.

There was no response. Blitzo was still sound asleep, curled up against his chest. The silence was filled with a growing sense of dread for Stolas. It wasn't like Blitzo to sleep this deeply.

Stolas held him in his lap, hoping the sensation of his presence would rouse him. A feeble smile trailed on his lips. There was a certain kind of happiness holding Blitzo close like this. But the worry over his continued slumber persisted.

He checked Blitzo's pulse, his heart sinking at the weak throb under his fingers. It was dangerously low. Alarm bells started to go off in his head. Something was very wrong.

"Darling, you're scaring me," Stolas muttered to the unconscious form. "Please, wake up." But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Blitzo was alarmingly still.

He thought about calling for help, but who would he call? They were in the living world. He looked down at Blitzo, his heart aching. He was helpless.

"Blitzy, come on," He pleaded, shaking him gently. "You've never slept this long before. What happened to you?". There was fear in his voice and his hands trembled slightly.

Hours passed in silence, with nothing to distract Stolas from his growing worry. The room took on an eerie silence, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Suddenly, Blitzo shifted slightly in his sleep, curling up closer to Stolas. He let out a soft whimper. Stolas felt a tear slip down his cheek. "I thought I was going to die alone," Blitzo murmured.

Stolas looked at the sleeping figure in his arms. His heart clenched at the heartbreaking confession. Was this what his darling had been fearing all along? He felt a wave of sadness washing over him.

"You're not alone, darling," Stolas whispered, holding him tighter. "I'm here. You're not dying, not today". His voice was soft, but there was a certain determination in it.

The thought of Blitzo being so terrified of dying alone shattered something in Stolas. It was a thought that he never wished to encounter. He kissed him again, this time on his cheek.

"We'll figure this out, Blitzy. We always do," he promised. He silently vowed to himself. He would not let Blitzo go through this alone.

Meanwhile, Blitzo was lost in a void. His mind was foggy, and he could only hear a muffled voice somewhere in the distance. It was calling him, tugging him back towards a faint ray of light.

Stolas' whispers seemed to seep into Blitzo's dream, his voice like a beacon in the darkness. He wanted to respond, to tell Stolas that he was okay. But the words wouldn't come out.

Even in his half-conscious state, Blitzo could sense Stolas' fear. He wanted to console him, tell him he's not going anywhere. But he's not sure he can keep his promise.

Back in the physical world, Stolas watched as Blitzo's breathing steadied slightly. It wasn't much, but it gave him hope. He tightened his hold on him, his heart pounding with relief.

Both of them were hanging on, clinging onto the hope that everything would be fine. The silence of the room was now filled with a soft prayer, a plea to the universe for hope.

"Please," Stolas whispered, pressing his lips to Blitzo's brow. "Don't leave me alone, either." As the words left his lips, he realized he didn't just worry for Blitzo but also for himself.

Somewhere deep within the dream, Blitzo finally managed to grasp the words Stolas was uttering. His heart swelled with a mixture of sadness and warmth. He wished he could reach out and comfort him.

His mind responded to the plea, forcing him to stir, to show he was still fighting. As much as he wanted to tell Stolas everything was fine, he was fighting a battle of his own.

In the realm of the conscious, Stolas took a deep breath, taking in the small signs of improvement. He didn't know what would happen in the coming hours, but he was willing to wait, to fight, to hope.

As the morning light turned to afternoon, then evening, Stolas sat there, holding Blitzo, hoping the strength of his love and persistence would pull him through.

For now, he held onto the small symbols of hope- Blitzo's faint breathing, his grip on his hand, his occasional mumblings. And in these signs, Stolas found his strength to keep going.

He didn't know what the future held, but for now, he had Blitzo in his arms. His darling, his love. As long as Blitzo was here, he would not let him face his fears alone.

As the night fell, Stolas kept whispering words of hope and love to his unconscious partner. And somewhere between the fading daylight and the rising moon, there was a glimmer of hope.

For now, that was all that mattered – the tiny spark of hope. True, the odds seemed daunting, but Stolas knew one thing for certain - he would not let Blitzy leave him, not without a fight.

As Stolas held onto Blitzo, he made a silent promise to himself. He would stick by him, through the good and bad, for better or worse. He just hoped he would get the chance to tell him that.

So, he decided to wait, to hope, to believe. Because Stolas knew that no matter what, they were in this together. And together, they could fight anything that came their way.

Late into the night, the room was filled with only Stolas' whispers and the ticking of the clock. But in that silence echoed a promise of hope, of love, of a shared future.

And with that promise keeping him sane, Stolas fell into a light sleep, his arms securely around Blitzo, hoping to wake up to better news the next morning.

As sleep took him over, his last thought was of a future with Blitzo. Stolas knew that it wouldn’t be an easy fight but it was a fight worth fighting. After all, love was worth fighting for.

As the night drew on, the room was filled with a silence thick with longing and hope. The quiet ticking of the clock in the background was a testament to the time that still remained for both of them. For Blitzo to recover, and for Stolas to tell him just how much he was loved.