Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 - 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗

Damien paced at the foot of my bed, his hands resting in his black hair. I sat in a emergency room bed with an IV in the fold of my arm. There was a small pink tray placed next to me, which I've continued to cough up blood into. I watched my vitals on my left. My blood pressure and SpO2 was dangerously low, but the nurses had already done as much as they could in this moment. I was placed on oxygen and they took my blood to run some test. They said it was mostly likely an infection.

Damien wasn't buying it.

He had already shouted at some doctor, claiming that he's seen this before and he knows exactly what it is. Damien would pace for a moment before sitting back down at my side. He'd tightly hold my hand and mumble under his breath words that I couldn't understand. All I could do was stare down at him hopelessly.

"Miss (Y/N)?" The doctor called as he slid open the curtain. Damien jumped onto his feet and started asking questions, not even giving the doctor a moment to catch his breath, let alone answer Damien. The doctor paused long enough and ducked past Damien so he could hold eye contact with me. The doctor sighed before resting his clipboard against his side, "We're going to move you into the surgical department, I was to try and do a exploratory surgery to see what's causing your bleeding. I'll also have a nurse come by to run some more test, and another nurse to come back with your results."

"So you don't know what's wrong?" I questioned with a frightened voice.

"I have a theory..." The doctor then looked over at Damien with careful eyes, "But it's very rare, as there are only three known cases."

Damien's head fell into his hands and his skin ran cold. I nodded knowingly, knowing what I had and what my outcome was. I was going to die, and there was no way to get around it. This illness that had killed Celine, his late wife, and his mom had no name and no cure. My fate was sealed with them, and Damien was going to be alone. I swallowed what had gathered in my mouth and turned back to Damien, opening my mouth to speak. But he stood and grabbed something from his back. The red velvet box. Damien then smiled with tears in his eyes as he dropped on one knee and opened the box for me to view it. He said nothing as I stared at it, his voice caught in his throat. It had all felt too familiar to me, as if I had seen this before. Damien was going down the same route he did with his late wife when she was dying. I was not going to let him be tied in with my fate. I frowned softly and placed my hand over the box, shutting it tightly. Damien laughed slightly, almost out of surprise and awkwardness. He then stood and tucked the ring back into the bag, then brushing off his jeans as he stared off into the distance. I opened my mouth to explain, but he left before I could anything out. I watched as he left my room and disappeared down the hallway. And I was left with my thoughts. The aching then returned in my chest as I coughed and hurled up blood in the container next to me. I stared down at the thick red liquid that swirled in the bottom of the container. And I couldn't stop the sobs that escape from my lips. I tried to cover my mouth as I gasped with raspy breaths.

I didn't want to die. I didn't want to leave Damien and Cory. I didn't want to leave Chase. I didn't want Damien to go through the pain of loosing someone he loved again. I coughed again, and the pain shot all the way up to my brain. I groaned in pain and collapsed into the bed, huffing with tears. Damien had then returned, his face pale slightly as he looked at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I don't want to die." I sobbed. Damien's face hardened for a moment as he was filled with determination and headed back out into the hallway, where he pulled the nurse that was just about to enter my room. He grabbed her gently by the arm, their heads low as they whispered to each other. The nurse then looked at me, and back to Damien. I only caught those few words she said.

"Are you sure?"

Damien nodded aggressively, and the nurse continued on to go find the doctor. Damien then returned to my room and sat back down at my side, holding my hand as he kissed my forehead,

"I'm going to fix this, I promise."