*Delilah's P.O.V*

     Getting Steven home was a pain.

He fell asleep in the back  as I drove. Laying across all the seats, a leg kicked up over the top of the passenger seat- an arm over his eyes, the other hanging out the open window. His hips were buckled, which I can only imagine he'd be proud of that- showing off the bulge in his pants- his head leaned back exposing his throat- shirt practically off, jeans slightly open.

What the hêll. How does one even lay in that position.

"Oh Steven, you never cease to amaze me." I sighed and grabbed his thighs, dragging him out of the seat once we reached our home.

He instantly dropped to the ground as I pulled him from the car.

I sighed in frustration.

"Oh sure- you wanna be all happy and awake before we get in the car- now you sleep."

Finally, I managed to bring him inside- setting him down on the couch.

Stretching out a bit- I yawned and rubbed my face.

It only made sense to check on Joe..I could call- then drive back.

Steven had caused a big scene, I wasn't exactly sure if they'd let me see him...but hey- it was worth the trouble when you love someone.

I dialed a few numbers on the phone, patiently waiting for someone to answer.

Watching Steven from a far, he breathed softly- his curly, tangled hair spilled across his shoulders- into his eyes.

His mouth was parted slightly, chest rising and falling slowly.

Just seeing him made me smile- I was glad he was home.

I mean...I wasn't glad about the position he was in- his addiction to alcohol and Coke had been getting out of hand...but I wasn't his mother.

I couldn't do anything about it- no matter how hard I tried to get him off of it..I would find him with a joint in between his lips, or a bit of white powder on his finger tips.

It was his job- I knew he was stressed. The wedding, recording, fans, money, dealing with social matters- all of these things were weighted on his shoulders.

The only thing I could do was be a supportive, loving partner.

"Good evening, southwest Abrahams hospital unit- how can I be of assistance today?" A soft female voice answered cheerily into the phone.

"Hi, I'd like to ask about a patient? Joseph Perry?" I chewed on my inner lip nervously, as I bounced from foot to foot.

The woman was silent for a moment or two- I heard her flipping through papers as I waited.

A soft sigh suppressed her "I'm afraid bad news is to follow- heart failure during the operation. He Was carried out ten minutes ago. I'm dreadfully sorry, dear."

I couldn't breath. I barely responded as tears began to fill my eyes, cupping a hand to my mouth I shut my blurry eyes tightly and focused on breathing.

Before I could respond- the woman paused and laughed with embarrassment "Oh my, I'm deeply sorry! But, I could have made a mistake. I have a Joseph Perry, born in 50' and a Joseph Perry born in 27'- which one dear."

I felt hope swarm my heart as I spoke quickly "50' "

The woman shuffled more papers "Right, fifty....fifty..ah- Joseph Perry, November baby. Oh- he's doing alright. The blood transfusion will take place in a day or two. He's been asked to stay there until it's time."

I let out a loud laugh of happiness "Thank you! Thank you so much, you've been of so much help to me- are visiting hours over yet?"

"Visiting hours end at midnight."

I glanced towards the clock- 10:08 p.m.- I have time.

"Alright, thank you once again." I spoke with a smile on my face.

Speaking in a soft polite tone, I cold practically see the smile on her face "Of course.

Hanging up, I bustled around the house Grabbing Stevens long trench coat and wool sun hat, I shrugged them on approached Steven.

Carefully, I covered him with a magenta couch blanket- brushing hair from his eyes, I kissed him tenderly.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone- or I'll kick your âss." I mumbled against his lips before pulling away.

I scribbled down a few words about where I was going on a scrap piece of paper and left it on his chest before I left.
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I apprehensively drummed my thumbs against the steering wheel as I found a parking spot near the front of the building.

Quickly closing the door, I made my way across the parking lot and into the building.

The scent of latex hit my nose once again- I could practically smell the scent of sickness as it wavered through the air.

People coughed in pain and sat in the waiting room.

Some cried and rushed through the halls behind crowds of doctors as a medical bed was pushed down the hall.

People sitting together groaned in pain, an elderly couple held hands, the woman rested her head on her husbands shoulders as she breathed sickly through tubes that entered her nose- pumping oxygen into her weak-frail lungs.

A little girl with blonde pigtails cried loudly, sitting beside a boy who seemed to be around the age of seventeen or so- her arm was covered with a towels as she screamed and cried.

I walked to the front desk and took note of a brunette women, shifting through papers, in replacement of that red headed bîtch from earlier.

"Excuse me? Hi, yes I called earlier in hopes I could please see a patient? Joseph Perry?" I spoke calmly with a hopeful smile on my face.

The brunette with winged out eyeliner and cherry red lipstick smiled kindly up at me "Oh! Indeed you are the girl form earlier, alright- room 317- upper floor." She replied happily.

I smiled wider "ThankYou, again." I responded as I headed off to the elevator.
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It took a while before I finally found the right room- standing before room 317, I took in a breath and knocked o the door lightly.

"Enter at your own risk." I heard a calm and tired voice call out.

I laughed lightly entering the room "Hey there Mr.sicky sick." I smiled and closed the door behind me carefully.

Joe propped  himself up on his elbows and grinned meeting my gaze "Hey, Lilah. Where's Stevie?"

I paused, before shaking my head and laughing lowly "He-...is at home. A bit exhausted, that's all."

Joe nodded lowly- clearly not having any recollection of previous events after he had passed out.

"How are you feeling?" I spoke with a Genuinely soft voice as I sat down on the edge of his bed.

He laid back down and folded his hands under his head "Fine I guess- I'm a little tired, kinda weak." He shrugged and pursed his lips, having soft pauses in between his words as he spoke with his deep, quiet voice.

I nodded along to his words, I grabbed the pitcher that sat on the table beside him, and poured ice water into a plastic cup "Drink. It'll help rejuvenate."

He looked between the cup and I for a moment, before doing as I instructed- he didn't break our gaze once.

Afterwards- we continued to talk, for two hours, we only spoke about memories and plans for the future.

Questioning what it would be like for the band as time goes on- wondering what plans Steven and I had after the Wedding, questioning whether or not Joe wanted kids and if he planned to marry.

It was great being able to sit down and talk with him. It truly was.

As I told stories of highschool and my past, Joe and fallen asleep- a soft smile on his face, I could see he was trying to listen, but he couldn't anymore.

I quietly stood, and kissed his temple before covering him up "Get better boy- The gang and I will drop by tomorrow." I smiled before leaving.
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By the time I got home, it was around one-thirty. Traffic was a pain.

I rubbed my face and yawned as I parked outside of the house. Clambering out of the car, I sighed softly and made my way up the porch.

Using the house key, I entered through the front door.

The house was dimly lit by the giant light that I left on in the kitchen before I left.

Steven, I could vaguely see, was still passed out on the couch- a pink slip of paper in his hand that was draped over the back of the couch.

I could tell then that he'd read the note, yet clearly passed right back out again.

Dropping my bag at the door, I tossed Stevens coat and hat down upon the leather satchel and Yawned again- making my way towards my fiancé.

"Steven, wake up." I mumbled softly and gently prodded his shoulder.

He didn't budge.

"Steven, come on baby get up." I sighed and wrapped my arms around his torso pulling him close.

He groaned and brought a hand to his eye as he squinted "Mhng...." He whined and proceeded to turn away.

"Stevie..." I shook his shoulder.

He faced me, his face was groggy and his eyes were red- which I could assume was from how tired he was.

"Whatttt....?" He whined again, his voice was raspy and sexy.

I took his hands in mine, and pulled him to a sitting position.

He weakly cooperated and groaned.

"C'mon- lets get ready for bed." I whispered.

I pulled him to the bathroom as he continued to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Carefully, I pulled the practically not-even-on shirt he wore off- and tossed it to the side.

It was clear he needed help undressing, seeing as he leaned against the wall and slid down its frame and curled up into a ball, shutting his eyes.

"Stevie..come on." I helped him up.

I grasped the button of his jeans and helped him out of them- I was surprised he hadn't made any jokes when I tugged his boxers off, clearly he was too tired.

Starting the shower, he sighed and climbed in- pausing, he leaned over, leaving a longing kiss upon cheek.

I smiled and left a towel upon the counter for him- before heading off to bed.
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This chapter was longggggg. I'm sorry...but there aren't many of them left! Yes, that's right, Walk this Way is coming to an end soon people! But, I am finally announcing that there will be a sequel! It's titled, Talk this way. Haha see what I did there?

Anyway, it's time to get serious here:

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You've been there when I need someone to talk to, when I needed inspiration- when I needed someone in general. I thank you.

It's been a tough year for me lately...and long lasting depression hasn't helped in any way, shape, or form-....thank you, I mean it.

To all my followers and readers- thank you. I love you all.

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