He stopped in the doorway, swallowing hard as he looked at the thin shape of his lover lying there on the bed. He looked so...small. Like a little child, and he had to hold onto the doorway for support.
This is the last time I'm going to see him. He thought, and he thought he might be sick.
"Alex," he said, and he walked unsteadily to the bed. "I'm sorry I'm late," he said, and he sat down on the edge, taking his hand in his gently.