Young Volcanoes || DaveJohn AU

Now or Never

WHAT THE FUCK THIS STORY HAS THREE HUNDRED READS HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN ITS NOT EVEN THAT GOOD WOWIE THANK YOU SO MUCH
Also, sorry this update is a month late. I've been at work and at camp and I haven't had my phone or a computer or an internet connection for that matter.

Your name is Dave Strider and today kind of sucks. You've been spending everyday at the hospital and Bro thinks it's a bit unhealthy. Jake suggested that you stay with him and Bro for a few days. You reluctantly agreed, but not before getting the "okay" from John. Speaking of him, he's been a bit weird lately. The cancer has taken a toll on him, and it's been affecting a lot of things he does. For example, he gets really shaky hands and has trouble writing or drawing. Also, he has very little short term memory. It can be annoying at times, since he asks the same questions over and over. The doctors said that there's a possibility that he'll get some of it back after surgery, when his brain gets relieved of a lot of pressure.

Right now, you're aimlessly flipping through channels while sitting on the couch in Jake's apartment. Bro sold the house a while back so he'd be able to support him and Jake while they got settled. In the meantime, Jake and Bro are having a little argument in the other room.

"Dirk! I don't think keeping Dave away from John is helping anything! Look at the poor boy! He's not even watching the Telly! He's just changing he channels over and over!"

"I know it's not in his best interest, but he can't spend so much time worrying about John. He needs to look after himself a little bit. When's the last time you've seen him eat anything?"

"I-uh...You're right. Just a few days, though. We can't keep him away for too long." Jake sighs.

"I'm always right." You hear Bro say in a sarcastic voice. You roll your eyes at the comment and slump into the couch more.

"How about when you thought microwave was an onomatopoeia?"

"It is an onomatopoeia! Listen! Mi-cro-wave."

"That is not the noise a microwave makes!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!" Jake stomps his foot down this time.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Gotcha." Bro smirks and Jakes huffs loudly.

"No! I mean no! Microwave is not an onomatopoeia!"

"You admitted it. Microwave is an onomatopoeia."

"I WILL DESTROY ALL YOU HAIR GEL!" Damn, things are gettin serious.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare."

"Watch me." You hear a few steps of running but then the sound of someone hitting the floor. You cringe as hauntingly familiar noises start and you turn up the TV volume as high as it goes. How come every time they argue it ends with them having really loud sex? Don't they know you're right in the other room?

You take your chance and grab your car keys, running down the stairs of the apartment building. Why did they pick a building with no elevator? You slide into your car and start driving back to the hospital. The sky is filled with thick, grey clouds and the air is cold and crisp. The temperature has hit record lows in Texas this year. The cold bites at your nose as you walk into the front doors. The receptionist recognizes you and let's you through to the elevators. You press the button and wait for the doors to close. At the last second, a hand reaches in and grabs the door. It opens back up and you see a familiar face.