One Bear, A Bunny and A Place [Fronnie Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty

Freddy was starting to have breathing difficulties, after two rushed trips to the ER the doctors wanted him to stay at the hospital but he refused.

Freddy laid on his bed, it felt wrong having it by the window. But he didn't complain, he knew Bonnie and the others were worried. Unfortunately Freddy was getting skinner as the days went on. This was a loosing battle he knew how this was going to end. He just refused to tell Bonnie how he felt... Bonnie believed so much that Freddy would live.. but Freddy knew better.

Bonnie sighed and changed the vomit bucket, Gold slipping into the room once Bonnie had left "Fredster, I brought you a gift" he said stumbling over to the bed. Freddy lifted his ears and turned to face Gold, taking a deep wheezy breath "Really?" He asks in a voice that showed he was giving up.

Gold patted his head "Don't give up brother, I have a necklace for you" he said gently putting it around Freddy's neck. Freddy slowly closed his hand around the pendent, it was blue and glowed softly "What is this?" He asks "A necklace you are to never take off. Understand" Gold said with a huff making Freddy nod slowly "It's special to me and I wish for you to have it" he kissed his brother's forehead. His breath stank of booze, Gold had been drinking yet he acted normal as ever.. slightly

"I'll go before Bonnie rushes me out, he's gotten so protective lately" he chuckles as Freddy nodded he couldn't help but smile "Thank you Gold..." he held Gold's hand before letting it go, Gold smiles softly and leaves the room, almost tripping. Freddy slowly sat up and sighed, coughing heavily for a few moments before taking a deep inhale. His whole body quivered, those days of randomly feeling better never came anymore. He felt weak, useless. He slowly stood up, using the nightstand for support. He waddled his way over to the desk and sat down.

He was about to start on some of the paperwork when Bonnie walked in. "Freddy!" He huffs and walks over looking at him with a slightly pouty look. "Why aren't you in bed?" He asks as Freddy groaned "I'm not sitting there all day I want to do something!" He said in a more angry tone than he meant. He saw Bonnie flinch before turning around and storming out of the room, slamming the door. Freddy teared up biting his knuckle "Sorry..." he looks down and hits his head on the table, why does he do this to himself?

Freddy eventually sat up, putting his hands ontop of his head to help his breathing. His chest felt tight again, his eyes tearing up as he started to panic. Slowly getting up, he groaned his vision blurring, his legs wobbling beneath him. This was new, and it scared him. He tried to call out but he was choking on his own tears. Falling to the floor he blacked out.

...

Freddy groans slowly coming to his senses, he was still on the floor. No one had found him or bothered to check on him. He squinted trying to clear his blurring vision. He could see something laying infront of the door. Slowly he would try to get up, only to fall back down. He whined lightly, laying there he went limp once more.

...

Freddy gasped softly waking up on the floor again, his head spinning. He slowly crawled towards the door, grabbing the letter he opened it. Barely able to make out the words, once he had his heart sank, at first he thought his eyes were lying to him but he knew they weren't.

'Went out partying with the gang, phone is by the couch if you need us.'

Freddy swallowed the bitter lump in his throat, no one wanted to stay and make sure he was okay? Fine. He didn't need help. He couldn't help but shake his head, they couldn't have even left the phone in his room? Like just step over his body on the floor and set the phone on the desk or something!?

He proped himself up against the wall and just suffered, seeing that he was quickly adjusting to the nautious feeling and pretty much no vision. He managed to locate the radio on the shelf, slowly flicking through stations until he found one playing love songs.

He set the radio in his lap and hummed along to the song 'Sweater weather' slowly closing his eyes. He took a deep shakey breath in, there was no turning back now. Even if he tried he wouldn't make it to the phone. He could feel each breath getting more and more shallow, he felt like he was suffocating.

He gasped for air and opened his eyes, he couldn't see much but now he had wished he went for the phone.. he choked and sputtered his vision slowly going black as he held the necklace around his neck. While the love of his life, his brother and his friends were probably out getting drunk..

((Hole-y fuck- I'ma need a good cry after this XD Oh god tho it's so sad..))