Title From: Life on Mars- David Bowie
Patrick Stump
It's been two days Kellin left for Canada. Why he chose Canada of all places, I don't know. But right now, I'm going in for another chemotherapy session while listening to my idol, David Bowie. My earbuds are blasting his vocals through my eardrums.
I feel someone tap my knee as I kept bouncing it up and down from my slight anxiety. I looked around and saw a little girl at my feet.
"Hey sweetie, you lost?" I smile down at her and she shakes her head no. She pointed to an older lady, about forty or middle thirties, reading a magazine with an attractive male on the cover. "Is that your mom?"
"Mommy made me come here because I don't talk to anyone anymore. My name's Debby Smith." She smiles sweetly at me before going back to tapping on my legs. I mess with my oxygen tank awkwardly as Debby's mother picked her up away from me. "Bye bye tank man."
"Goodbye Debby." I smile before returning my attention to my Bowie. I start to read a book I recently downloaded onto my phone, but not long after, someone tapped me again. I look up ready to tell Debby to leave before I see the attractive male from the magazine smiling down at me. "I saw you on that magazine."
"Yeah, I'm on a lot of magazines." He smiled a perfect smile down at me. "I'm kind of famous, but I'm guessing you can see that since everyone is staring at us talk."
"Hey, asshole, you don't need to act like your more than me." I snap at him and he looks dumbfounded. "What? Have you never been sassed before?"
"No one talks like that to me." Pretty boy smirks at me before he notices my tank and nubbins in my nose. "What's up with the tank?"
"Lung cancer; I kinda need it to breath." I say before he looks me over. "What now?"
"Meet me at the cafe across the street at 9:30." He whispered before getting up and leaving.
"What- Hey asshole, you left your phone!" I walk after him, holding his phone in one hand and my phone in the other.
"You can keep it. I needed a newer model anyway." He kisses my cheek before getting on the lift, leaving me more breathless than usual and a nurse leading me into the chemotherapy room.
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We Don't Have The Time To Be Sorry(Peterick)
FanfictionPatrick Stump is special. Everyone thinks they are, but Patrick truly is special. He has lung cancer and inoperable tumours stuck to his chest. Somehow, he found the love of his life in a hospital of all places.
