Arcane Imagines

viktor

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title: twisted fate

prompt: in which fate is against you. 

"Mom, please." You roll your eyes, standing up from the hospital bed. "I just wanted to make sure!" She puts her hands up in defense as you just shake your head. "I can get up on my own." You laugh, picking up your laptop, putting on slippers as you head out of the room.

"I'll be in the lounge if the nurses look for me." You tell her and she nods her head, already tidying up your bed since you left it. You sigh at the clean freak that is your mother, walking down the hallway of the large building. It's currently 10 pm so you're hoping nobody's in the patient lounge so you can do your school work in peace. It's your senior year of high school.

You turn the corner and into the comfortable warm colored lights that you say every room should have these types of lights instead of the bright annoying ones. You stop in your tracks though when you see a guy sitting there. He doesn't pay any mind to you but you frown nonetheless. Wondering if you should head back to your room.

If you did you'd have to deal with your worry filled mother. In here you'd have one strange guy who's your age and obviously doesn't seem like he's going to bother you.

You go sit down at the other side of the table that he's already sitting at. Opening the lid of the laptop and getting started on your homework.

As the time slowly passes you catch yourself looking at the boy, he was handsome that was for sure. "For someone also in the hospital for a reason you sure stare like an outsider." He finally speaks up, your breathing hitches. Not expecting him to call you out. His accent also caught you off guard. It was really pretty. "Sorry." You quickly apologize.

"Is there something on my face?" He glances up to you with a raised eyebrow, putting down his rubix cube. "No, you just... remind me of someone." You lie straight through your teeth.

"Are they hot?" He asks and you smile. "Ehh, not really." You joke and he places a hand on his heart. "Wow, way to bruise a guy's ego as he's already clearly down." He motions to the building the two of you are in and you snicker.

"What kind do you have?" He inquires, you give him a confused expression. "Cancer, what kind?" He repeats and your mouth goes into an 'o' shape.

"Acute Leukemia." You answer curtly, pressing your lips together for a moment. "You?" You close your laptop, seeming as you weren't going to be able to pay attention now. "Same actually." He puts his hand up and you both pretend to high five one another in the air. "Twins." You chuckle.

"I've been sick since I was a child, so it's only my luck that I get diagnosed with Cancer right before I turn 18." You dramatically huff, leaning back in the chair. "Hah, we really are like medical twins. I had a really poor immune system as a kid. Diagnosed two years ago though. This is hopefully my last." He crosses his fingers and then you do as well.

"I hope so as well." You nod your head.

And as time passes the two of you grew close, almost inseparable. You two were the only ones who truly understood what the other was going through. Growing up sick as children, having worry warts of mothers. Then to get diagnosed with cancer, the same one might I add. You were grateful for each other.

You were glad you had someone to warn you about what's to come, who won't soften the details like the nurses and doctors. And he would come to the hospital whenever you had to go back. Visiting you until the hours were over. You did the same for him as well.