save me (Dylan O'Brien)

chapter 3

This haven't been officialized is that word? I think so anyway I got to go home last night I have chemo four days a week my brain tumor is rapidly growing some days are better than others Dylan almost never leaves my side he takes me everywhere with him

We are currently heading to the premiere of the internship, I sigh and look out the window he drives slowly as the lights flash my hair is down and I sweep it over my shoulder Dylan comes around to my side and gets my door only then am I dragged out of my thoughts and I realize we've arrived so I take his hand he pulls me up and kisses my lips lightly the press go crazy and the flashes hurt my head

"our first public kiss" he smiles down at me before sliding a arm around my black dress my black hair being pulled my his watch I feel my hair be released but he hasn't moved his arm and I know my hair is coming out so I run my hand through my hair pulling the piece out before Dylan noticed

"I know its nice not hiding"I say to him and he guides me into the building I excuse myself to the restroom I run to a stall lock it and begin to cry I pull the falling pieces out of my hair before throwing it away it makes this all real no matter who I had lie for me or what I said I was getting worse Dylan didn't know I begged my doctor to lie and tell him I was getting better he was all to happy when the words left his mouth

a knock on my stall interrupts my thought I open the door and see crystal she hugs me

"Dylan told us"

"when?"

"the day you went to the hospital he also told us your getting better"

"I lied I'm getting worse I'm so scared he's going to hate me" I cry harder she pulls back and looks me in the eyes

"Charlotte Dylan loves you no matter what you say just be honest with him"I nod and step back fixing my makeup and going to see Dylan and the rest of the gang

"hey baby"he kisses my cheek and hugs me close when he pulls back he's looking at his hand over my shoulder. I turn and see a chunk of my hair in his hand

"its the chemo it makes my hair fall out its only gotten this bad the past couple of days" I rub my foot across the ground in front of me

"its ok char it'll grow back once your better"

"yea... Better"

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After the movie Dylan takes me home and we sit in the living room cuddled on the couch

"I love you" he mumbles into my hair placing kisses softly on my temple

"you do?"

"of course since we were kids I have char"

"I love you to dYlan"

He places kisses down my face making his way to my lips he quickly flips us so he's hovering over me focusing his weight on his elbows as he deepens the kiss

This heat up but I have to stop I feel the need to vomit.I throw Dylan off me and run to the bathroom as I throw up everything in my stomach Dylan lays dumbfounded on our floor once I'm done I drop to my back on the floor curling up into a ball and crying . Dylan recovers his composure and curls me I'm his lap murmuring sweet nothing into my hair he inhales deeply and stills

"you threw up blood..."

"what?"

"there's blood in the air and I know for a fact its not your period"

"what are you talking about?"

"this is way more serious than cancer Charlotte"he stands pulling me with him he looks over into the toilet bowl and sure enough deep Scarlett liquid covers the inside I turn away his eyes flash yellow and I know its become hard not the hurt me with the scent in the small room so I flush the toilet and rinse my mouth he takes me to the hospital and my doctor rushed me in preparing me for more test

"Dylan ... You still think you shouldn't change me"I look at him with sheer disgust on my face

"your not getting better are you?" He looks down ashamed

"no I'm dying and the doctor told me I'd be luck to make it to September"I sneer angry at who I don't know

"I promised char... I can't change you"

"your going to let me die" tears rush down my face he stands and leaves me to wallow to myself

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"do you want to wait for your friend"

"he won't be coming back"I say looking out the window

"we'll you have a cell problem they are shutting down and not rebuilding your damaged organs your kidneys and lungs are increasingly weak, you vomiting of blood is being caused by your stomach attempting to absorb nutrients from other organs"

"and the bad news is?"I ask morbidly

"you'll die in less than two weeks"he says quietly

"what no you said I had till September!" I snap my head in his direction

"your health is quickly decreasing miss I'm sorry"he turns and leaves I sit there not tears no noise

I was dying and Dylan hated me