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

Miracles are Happening Everyday

Your POV

You woke up from your days sleep to get sick. You can feel the illness in your body destroying everything not leaving anything intact. You are giving up though. The way to get back at your dad for banning Dan was your death. He will never let you see him ever again. 

The nurse rush in because you guess Staci must rung for them to come. They are talking to you but you can't understand them. They seem to you like they are talking gibberish. And even if your could hear them you wouldn't have the strength to respond. 

You closed your eyes and feel asleep of exhaustion. Even though you were only awake for couple of minutes, thinking mainly thinking that drains you. You know that the end is close. Closer than any doctor though even your mean, hopefully, and really overprotective dad.

Dan's POV

Me and Phil just arrived at the hospital to visit with (Name). In her Dad text he said she basically is on her death bed. Even if I only met her couple of days ago I have falling so fucking much in love with her. 

When we entered the hospital her dad was standing there waiting for us. "We are only letting one visitor at a time to be in her room. We moved Staci to a different room. Mr. Howell my daughter isn't doing well. She is giving up on life. She is sleeping all the time. She woke up this morning and opened her eyes for couple of minutes. That might not seem good for you but she hasn't opened her eyes in days. Mr. Howell, Nurse Jackie will lead you to (Name)'s room. Mr. Lester, I will lead you to Staci's room."

I followed the really slow moving nurse to (Name)'s room. Her room was at the end of the hall. I got really fucking scared of entering the room. 

In the room I saw her laying in her bed sleeping. I walked over and sat next to her holding her hand. I started bawling my eyes. It was worse than when I watched the Fault in Our Star. She had machines hooked up to her to help her breathe and all that shit. I grabbed her hand and squeezed. 

Minutes passed turned to hours. Then finally she opened her eyes. They went over to me and she weakly said, "Dan, I love you." 

I whispered back, "I love you, too, (Name). Please try to fight." She feel back asleep. There was more tears on my face than a fucking waterfall. I don't even know if she heard me. That what feels the worst not knowing if she can even hear me. 

I continued holding her hand crying when a nurse came in telling me that visiting hours are over. That was a really nice way of telling someone to leave while their loved ones are dying. 

I gave her one last kiss on her forehead before I left meeting Phil in the waiting room before we headed back to our flat.

Your POV

Dan was here! You heard him talk! 

At that moment you started to feel bad about wanting to die. You wanted more than anything to get well again so you can be with that man for the rest for your long (hopefully) life. You heard the hurt in his voice. 

Dan's POV

When we got back to the flat, I found a sixth round of tears flooding from my eyes. I went into my room and laid on my bed thinking about (Name). She is perfect in every way you look at her looks and personality. 

Phil came in with two bowls of ice cream in his hands. He gave me mine and sat next to me. I gobbled that up praying to every god and superhero that I can think of to make (name) fucking better. 

Phil was the best friend to have in these situation surprisingly, "Talk about it. Don't keep what you are feeling bottled up."

"WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO FUCKING BE DYING! I WOULD GLADLY TRADE HER PLACES SO SHE WOULDN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS! I FUCKING AM IN LOVE WITH A DYING GIRL! MY LOVE FOR HER ISN'T BECAUSE SHE IS FUCKING DYING. I WOULD LOVE HER EVEN IF SHE WAS SUPER HEALTHY! SHE'S FUCKING PERFECT AND I ONLY KNEW HER FOR COUPLE OF WEEKS! I ONLY FUCKING SAW HER TWICE. ONE WHEN WE SNUCK OUT OF THAT FUCKING HELL HOLE, AND THE SECOND WHEN SHE IS SLEEPING WAITING FOR FUCKING DEATH TO FUCKING COME! THE FUCKING GRIME RIPPER IS A CRUEL FUCKING CUNT! TAKING PEOPLE AWAY FROM THEIR FUCKING LOVE ONES TOO FUCKING EARLY!"

Tear flooded out my extremely moist eyes. Phil had my lay my head on his shoulder as I cried my eyes out. It wasn't weird at all. After couple of minutes I finally cried myself to sleep. I enter an alternate universe in my dream where (Name) was illness free. 

There you guys go. Do you guys want to survive at the end or not. I already know what I'm going to do but I want to know your feed back. I hoped you enjoyed this part. I cried writing this. This kind of strike a nerve in my heart. Please vote and comment. Thank you ttyl. :-)