Why Do I Have To Die? danisomtonfire, dan howell x reader)

Sickness

It have been couple of weeks since you have seen Dan and you are not doing to well. You had to stop kemo since your blood count is too low.

For awhile you were still talking to him secretly, but after couple of day you had to stop because of getting worse.

You know that Staci told them about what is going on here, but you are sleeping to much to care.

Everyone is trying to help me but they don't know what to do since nothing is helping.

But you don't care about living anymore. You are giving up on recovery. You don't care anymore life like this too hard.

Dan's POV

Staci have been keeping me and Phil informed about what is happening at the hospital. When I saw her last message my heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest.

She's giving up. No fight is in her anymore.

Phil have continued working on our special projects and video making like normal, but we were both thinking about (Name) and Staci.

We couldn't call the hospital because that one dick doctor told us that he will call the police on us for kinapping a patient and harassment.

It was four weeks since I seen her last and I have been so sad about it. When ever people are around except of course Phil, I have been trying to be fucking happy, but it doesn't work all the time.

"Dan!!! Come here!" Phil yelled from in the lounge.

I walked there not hoping for any bad news, but how the last couple of time Phil yelled me in here was fucking bad so I'm not putting my hopes up.

"Phil, what is it now?"

"Read," Phil said shoving his phone at me.

This is Doctor (your last name). (Name) isn't doing well right now so I may let you come over in couple of days if I think it was for the best. I ensure you that the little visit will be obbserved.

"Well that's bloody nice. Telling us that we might be able to see them." I said angrily.

Staci's POV

I was about go for my kemo treatment when (name)'s dad came demanding to see my bloody phone.

I'm not going to what he said since that space would be wasted. Hint it was basically I know you are texting them.

When he got done the nurses came for my treatment. I grabbedy phone quick to see what he sent, but it was already deleted. I laid it on my bed before the nurse had to help me in a wheel chair.

∆∆After∆treatment∆∆∆Time∆Skip∆∆

When treatment was over I felt like utterly shit. But the nurses and doctors was more concerned about (Name). I wish I had their attention because that would mean that I am worse than her. She doesn't deserve it.

I was trying to push my body to stay up but with drugs the doctors win, making me fall asleep.

Couple of times that more like fifteen, I woke up barfing. When morning cameore like the afternoon for everyone else that dildo of a doctor came back for my phone. I fell asleep again before I got my phone back.

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