Tom Kaulitz Imagines and reactions ✧

In sickness and health ꕥ slightly sad

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Tw: could be a triggering episode for some + mentioning Of cancer.

"Look at me okay, I'm so proud of how far we have come. I know it's tough for you to be doing this but you know it's for the better." Tom
Said while wiping your tears away, resting his hands on your cheeks.

You had for about one month ago found out you had breast cancer, it was a shock to both you and Tom. He was always by your side through all the weight loss, vomiting, infections and headaches. But sooner or later your hair was getting thin and patches were starting to show off your scalp.

You were very insecure about it, and You had started chemo treatments 3 weeks ago. You made sure to always ask the doctor if you could do anything for the hair to not fall off but they told you that it's genetic and that it's the type of medication used. But you could try a cooling treatment.

"I don't want to do it Tom, I'll look so sick and vulnerable." You cried out, he was trying to comfort you but it wasn't helping at all.

"Baby it'll grow back, I promise." He was risking a lot by saying that and promising that and he knew it.

You sniffed and turned around looking at your thin hair in the mirror, as he rubbed your shoulders, he kissed the top of your head.

"Will you still love me?..." You asked ashamed by the way you looked.

"Don't ever doubt my love! In sickness and health." He said as he stood behind you.
"Baby I need you to understand that it'll be a relief for your scalp, you tell me all the time it's itchy and you can be able to do the cooling off treatment." He said hoping that he could get you to understand.

"Fine!" But I don't want to do it!" You yelped out at him, looking at his brown eyes through the mirror.
Standing in just your bra and panties, he opened the cupboard and got the electric clipper out. He placed a towel on the floor, and he plugged the clipper in and kissed your head one last time before starting.

You immediately started crying watching the hair that was left fall off, and onto the floor.
Closing your eyes not wanting to see it, you couldn't believe how your hair had transformed. Yes it was not the healthiest hair but still, it was Your hair.

Tom was however loving the way you were looking, he didn't care if you had hair or not.
He did feel bad doing this but he knew you would feel better and relieved when he was done.

Finishing the last strand of hair, he stopped the machine and blew the smaller hairs off your shoulders and back.

"Baby, you're beautiful" he whispered in your ears and wrapped his arms around your waist.

Slowly opening your eyes, you just stared at yourself, you looked so sick and pale even though you had tried super hard to put makeup on it just wouldn't work for you.

You just looked away from the mirror and turned around.

"Nothing else matter's if you think I'm beautiful." You smiled at him.

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