The Boot Shiner (Destiny OCs x Male Reader)

Chapter 9: Block Out the World

Chase: I should go check on Mox, see what she's doing down on the catwalk...

Seri: I-I'll stay here with Y/N. You two should come back inside...

Chase: I will, but I'm just trying to get Mox back in here. Seeing her walk out like that is very unlikely. She's not one to run away from any of her problems.

Y/N: It's not her problem, which I don't understand.

Seri: Well... t-the umm... Y/N... w-we're sorry.

Y/N: Sorry for what?

Seri: Sorry that we couldn't help you sooner. In a way, part of this is our fault, everyone's fault. We're too late...

Y/N: Stop... I'm not blaming you guys for my shortened life. Cancer does this. Bad cases, it tends to do what it wants... I-I'm not blaming you guys for this.

Chase leaves the room after eyeing up Serenity, now leaving me to talk to her alone for a minute.

Seri: It is though...

Y/N: It isn't. You guys have your orders, and while I understand the people who gave those orders to you, it's now more crucial than ever for other sufferers... that they don't end up... like... m-me...

The feels finally catch up, and they begin to set in. I really am going to die in six months, and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. I have to spend the rest of my time locked to a fucking wheelchair, whilst everyone around me gets to keep moving for all eternity. How I wish I was a guardian right now...

Y/N: I-I'm sorry, it's just...

Seri: I-I knew it would settle in eventually... I saw your expression drop...

Y/N: Y-yeah... yeah...

Rather than accepting anything- well... I actually do accept my fate, but it's horrible that I have to. I begin to cry authentic tears of defeat. I watch my vision grow blurry as the tears drop from my eyes, flowing down my face and onto my sweater. There's now nothing I can do, nothing I can control.

I am locked in to die in six months... roughly 180 days... and the worst part? It CAN get worse. Because it DID get worse...

There were so many things I wish I could do, so many things that I haven't done. I wish I could spend time doing these things just a bit longer. I can't even think about what I'd do, there's no hope, the list is way too long.

As I shed my tears in hopes some pain goes away, I feel a sensation. What I initially thought was my legs waking up again was actually just someone reaching out to me. I don't look, but I know who it is.

Serenity scooted over at some point to reach out to me. She grabs my hand, and I squeeze, I squeeze her hand as hard as I can to try and push more of the fears, the doubts, the anger, the sadness, the pain out of me. She sits there and takes it like a titan is made to do whilst I sit there in my wheelchair, slowly dying as a charity case.

I hear the sliding door open once again, and I don't look up; why even fucking bother? Chase and Mox come in; I recognize the boots on the floor. Neither one of them says a word. Instead, both of them are just staring at the show I put on for them.

Mox: Ugh... fuck this...

Mox catches me off guard when she crouches down with her hands on my thighs. She looks in my eyes for a second, then the whole weight of the wheelchair shifts when she pushes herself on me. She grabs onto my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. The hug is warmer than Chase's hug, and I can feel the affection and the sincere friendship flow.

One thing's for certain, this whole situation has made Mox snap, and her true intentions have been revealed. Her voice is shaky, like she's fighting to get the words out, but the effort is enough to make me feel better. To know that I won't be forever gone, thanks to my friends.