R5 Imagines

Ross and Miranda

Hi Lovely Human,
I just wanted to let you know that this is a tragedy so if reading something sad/with sad endings will make you sad, you might not want to read this. I want you to be happy ^_^
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||Miranda, I hope you like it. I attempted to make it as tragic as possible but it's kinda cheesy Xx||

Miranda's POV
I sat up and glanced at the clock. It was fairly early but the music festival was hours away. My husband was snoring peacefully beside me. I giggled softly and then held up my hand to stare at my rings. We had been married for a little over a month and I could not be happier to spend life with my better half.
"Hey, Ross. You gotta wake up." I said quietly as I gently shook his shoulder.
I smiled to myself as the handsome blonde's eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, Sunshine." He grinned slowly.
"Hi."
"I just realized something...", he began in his raspy morning voice.
"What is it?"
"You have a really cute nose."
"Oh." I giggled. "Thanks. You too."
"Eww." Ross wrinkled his face. "Stop flirting with me."
I laughed harder and rolled my eyes.
"I'm your wife. It's not like I have anything better to do with my life."
"I know what you could do..." He smirked devilishly.
I playfully smacked him with a pillow. "No."
We began to get ready for the day and after twenty minutes or so, we were ready. When I walked out into the kitchen, I could see Ross lying on the couch in the family room.
"You okay?" I walked over to him.
"Yeah." He grinned up at me. "I was just waiting for you but take your time."
"Oh. Alright." I smiled. "I just have to grab a water bottle."
I leaned down to kiss his forehead but as I neared him, I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
I knelt down beside the couch. "Ross, are you sure you're okay?"
"Mhmm."
I gently put the back of my hand to Ross's forehead.
"You're burnin' up, Babe."
"What'd you expect?" He smiled weakly. "I'm like smokin' hot."
I rolled my eyes at his playful cockiness and chuckled. Sitting down beside my husband, I ran a hand through his hair.
"Hey, if you're not feeling up for the festival, we don't have to go."
"But you've been looking forward to it for months."
"I know but if you don't feel we'll, I'm not gonna make you hang outside for hours." I explained. "And I'm not going without you."
"Aww I feel terrible for letting you down like that."
"Don't worry about it." I grinned. "I just want you to feel better."
I crawled onto our huge comfy couch and snuggled up next to him.
"Get some rest, okay Hot Stuff?"
"Thanks for being so thoughtful and understanding, Miranda." He kissed my forehead. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
Unfortunately, days went by and Ross was still sick. We had been in and out of the hospital frequently and I couldn't help but worry constantly. The doctors were working hard to find a diagnosis for Ross but they didn't seem to know what was wrong. Ross was kept at the hospital so he could be monitored and continue working on a way to cure him. I tried not to let my mind wander and entertain sad thoughts so walking into the room, and seeing him lying there peacefully sleeping would often calm my nerves.

|The Next Day|
I walked through the white-walled, crisp, mod hospital halls. Keeping track of the numbers on the doors of each room, I looked for Room 109. When I arrived at the door, the room was empty and beams of sunlight were streaming through the window. My jaw dropped slightly when I saw Ross's fluffy blanket folded neatly on the corner of the bed and all his stuffed animals were in a little pile near the blanket. What happened? Where was Ross? I stared out the window absentmindedly and a male nurse walked in, startling me a bit.
"Sorry I scared you." He smiled apologetically. "Can I help you?"
"It's alright." I half-smiled. "And yes. Would you know where-"
"Oh wait." His went wide. "Are you Miranda Lynch?"
"Yes." I narrowed my eyes, unsure of what was next.
"Oh. You're looking for Ross?"
I nodded.
"Okay. Follow me." He said in a calm tone but I could see worry, fear, or panic in his eyes.
I followed the nurse down the hallway and the farther we walked, the less cheery the walls became. There was no artwork or posters or photos.
My heart sunk even lower when I read what was over the doorway: Intensive Care Unit.
No. I refused to believe it. My baby boy was NOT in the ICU and he was NOT in danger of dying.
When I finally mustered up the courage to look up through my tears, I was horrified at what I saw. Ross was laying on the bed, pale and motionless. He looked so sick and he was hooked up to so many different items. I couldn't bear the thought of losing my husband. Life without Ross would be a total nightmare.
I was left alone with him in the room so I allowed the tears to stream down my face.
The doctors had told me there was nothing they could do and hearing that was extremely disheartening.
I took Ross's clammy hand in mine and silently hoped and prayed that he'd make it. Seeing my stubborn, determined, headstrong Ross on life-support killed me inside. He was a strong one and also a fighter but maybe his fighting was finished.
Lost in my thoughts, a faint squeeze of my hand brought me back to reality.
I looked down and saw that Ross was awake. I hugged him gently and cried tears of relief.
"Please don't ever forget that I love you..." He said weakly. "...so much."
His breathing was extremely shallow and his heart rate was low.
"I don't think I ever will." I responded tearfully.
A female nurse had been in the corner of the room checking paperwork but now she was slowly making her way over.
The beeping sound of the heart monitor was slowing down and I knew I had to let Ross go. I knew he loved me and he had fought long and hard.
My only sunshine was being taken away and I knew heaven needed one of its angels back. I pushed Ross's hair back and kissed his forehead.
"Goodbye, Baby."
"It's not 'goodbye'." Ross's eyes fluttered. "It's 'see you later'."
I smiled faintly through my tears. "See you later, Alligator."
"In a while, Crocodile." He fiddled with my fingers.
I spent hours sitting next to Ross as he went in and out of consciousness. I felt his grip on my hand loosen completely and he went cold. Tears welled up in my eyes knowing that I'd lost him. I was lost in a blurry frenzy of frenetic medical staff and I drove home emotionless.
The next couple of weeks were a major struggle. I hated waking up without Ross beside me when he was in the hospital and now I hated it even more. My family and his were constantly there for each other and that helped ease the heartache.
I decided to walk to the graveyard one sunny day. I stopped and read the stone in front of me.

Ross Shor Lynch
December 29, 1995 - June 8, 2018

Teardrops filled my eyes but this time, they weren't tears of anger or confusion; I was crying because I missed him. I wiped my eyes and looked up at the blue cloudless sky.
"I'll see you later, Ross."