I woke up weak. My body felt heavy each time I tried to move. I let out a quiet sigh. "And so it begins" I mumbled to myself. I turned my head and checked the time. 11:17 am. "Guys?" I called out. My voice sounded raspy as I just woke up.
I called again, this time it sounded clearer. "Guys?!" I struggled to slowly sit up whilst I heard someone's feet patter across the floor. My door opened. "You okay, sweetheart?" Dylan walked over to me and helped me sit up eventually.
"Yay to death" I muttered to him.
He ignored my comment. "Do you want to go downstairs?" He asked me instead, with a sorrowful coated tone. I nodded with a grateful smile.
He hooked his left arm under my legs, and his right arm supporting my back. I rested my head against his upper chest. I smiled to myself for a moment. "You're nice and warm" I commented.
I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled airily. He didnt say anything though. However, he was smiling.
He sat me down on the couch beside Luke.
"Morning babe" He smiled cheekily at me.
"You're too happy. What's up?" I questioned with a raised brow.
Dylan handed me a bowl of chocolate squares and sat on my other side.
"How was Mulan last night, Briar?" He winked at me as he smirked through a snicker.
I gasped, laughed and softly, weakly hit Dylan's arm. "You were the one quoting the movie, not me!" I defended myself. He laughed loudly though.
"You were the one crying, not me!" He countered with a happy grin. I rolled my eyes.
"Like I said, it's an emotional movie." I slowly ate the cereal. Each time I raised the spoon, I moved slowly. It's such a task now, unlike how it used to be.
After I was finished, I pushed myself as much as I could to lift myself off of the couch. I managed it eventually after a mere couple of minutes, and step my step, I slowly but surely made my way to the kitchen, setting the bowl in the sink and washed it.
I leaned against the edge of the sink-worktop and let out a quiet breath, then made my way back through into the livingroom again.
"We need to go out food shopping" I said, resting against the doorway.
"I'll go, you stay here" Dylan commented quickly, standing up and walking.
I put my hand out, stopping him from leaving. "No, Dyl. I'm going too. I'm not going to be cooped in this house for the next eight months" I narrowed my eyes.
He didnt talk for a few seconds, but he just looked at me, letting his eyes glide freely across my face. "Fine. I'll carry you upstairs so you can get ready" He finally answered me, then grabbed me bridal style softly again, and carried me to my room.
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Dylans arm was around my waist, holding me close to his body as he pushed the trolley at the same time. We were walking slowly. People occasionally glanced at us each time we stopped with me breathing heavily.
We had just stopped again because my heart felt as if it was tightening. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" A little girl asked me with a deep frown. Her dad glanced at her, then Dylan, then me. He smiled and so did I then continued getting the few things where we were now.
I unwrapped Dyl's arm from around me, and slowly knelt down. "yeah, I'm fine, honey, dont worry"
She frowned a little more. "But you look like you're in pain" She pouted a little.
I smiled at her. "I'm just a little un well, that's all. And don't frown, honey. You dont want to ruin your pretty little face at such a young age" I told her.
She giggled, and blushed a light pink colour. "Is that your forever man?" She looked up to Dylan.
I glanced up at Dylan, then back to the little girl. "No, sweetie" I let out a light laugh. "Forever is a long time too." I noted, tapping her nose lightly with a grin.
"But it's fun if you love them" She grinned back at me. I thought about her words, and I admit it. She's a smart kid.
I nodded at her. Then she spoke again. "Do you love him?"
I pursed my lips. She smiled angelically, her big blue eyes gleaming in happiness and hope. I nodded. "Who knows" I winked at her playfully. She squealed in delight. Her dad tailed her away after bidding us a goodbye and a thankyou for keeping her occupied for a few minutes. I stood back up slowly, and we began walking again in silence.
When we got home, I sat down on the couch, snunggled up with a blanket whilst Dylan unpacked the shopping. I let out a whimper in pain as I moved. Why is it hurting?
My phone vibrated in my pocket, then played its quiet tune. I sighed and answered it. "Hey, Adam. What do you want?"
"Hey Sweetheart. Arent I aloud to check up on you?" He questioned me teasingly.
"Not really, no. Each time you do, I get hurt" I answered simply.
"But not this time. You're dying anyway. But what if I tell you that there is a cure" He spoke in a business-velvet tone.
"Then I'm listening" My ears perked up at the thought of a cure.
"We're going to go on a trip, Briar. And you're going to help me with a couple of things." I sighed at this now. He chuckled though. "You'll somewhat keep me at bay whilst I transfer someone over."
"I'm weak as it is, Adam. I can hardly walk and its only been a day" I reasoned. "And I'm not going anywhere alone with you. I bring Dylan and Luke with us"
It was quiet on the other end of the phone - I even checked to see if he had hung up on me. He was still there. Just quiet.
"But sweetheart, I'm not having anyone turn me in to anyone."
"I'd take pictures of you anyway or point you out one day, Royals so you might as well take us all. All in or none in" I spoke simple, a small smirk on my face.
"Fine. Be ready tomorrow at noon. I'll bring the cure. Dress formal. Nothing crappy looking." He explained grudgingly, then ended the call.
