Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 18: The Cessation

I just wanted to warn ahead of time that this chapter might fuck with your feels. and I'm sorry. also, no this is not the end yet.

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"Vic, you need to calm yourself down okay, please. . . otherwise I can't explain it to you." I told him, watching his eyes flicker around my face in sheer panic, as he paced forth and back at the end of my hospital bed.

He had basically been ignoring whatever I said to him for the past twenty minutes. He was just pacing around, deep in thought, never taking his eyes off me. But I didn't think he was actually looking at me. . . mentally, he was somewhere else.

At one point he stopped, dead in his tracks, as if he ran into some invisible wall. "So. . . what are they going to do to you?" He wondered quietly. "How does it work?"

I let out a soft sigh, relieved that he at least somewhat understood where this was heading. I guess he just needed some time to process it. . . which wasn't unusual, I guess. Most loved ones would get support, even therapy, to prepare themselves for the death of their partner along with all the other things that came with it. But Vic was getting no such things.

"I'm not sure how it works. . ." I admitted. "But I couldn't say no, Vic. I can't just keep using this room, having machines and medication keep me alive while there are people out there who still actually have a chance at living and can't get access to this stuff because I'm still using it."

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(from this point forward, everything will be in his point of view)

I nodded slowly. "I guess I understand." I murmured sadly, taking in her appearance once more. Even through everything, she was smiling at me. I knew that she was doing it for me, though. She was trying to keep me from losing my mind.

But the truth was. . . I knew this was going to happen. Of course I knew. I just kept telling myself that it wasn't, and that everything would be fine. I lied to myself just so I wouldn't have to deal with all of it just yet. But now here it was, coming down on me all at once.

She reached out her arm to me, her almost blue fingers shaking as she reached for me. Tubes were wrapped around her arm, tubes were sticking into her nose, and patches were stuck all over her body that registered all her bodily functions. It was such a painful sight, but it was what made me realize that it was time.

She had a point. . . she couldn't just let machines and medication keep her alive, and for what reason? For me? That was just selfish.

I sat down beside her again, holding her freezing cold hand in my own. "Do you want me to go get you something before they. . . you know?" I carefully asked her.

Her smile grew as she looked at me. "What, like my final meal?" She wondered, amusement dancing in her eyes.

I couldn't help but to laugh a little. It was ironic, to be honest. . . she was the one dying, but she was also the one who made sure that I was still okay.

"Yeah, basically." I chuckled softly, only then realizing how stupid it really was. It wasn't like she could still really eat anyways, but it was the thought that count, right?

"Well, I'd love to have one of those bagels from Jaime's place." She then told me.

I arched an eyebrow, smiling lightly. "See, I knew you'd like those." I concluded, causing her to giggle a little in response. "Alright, I'll go give Jaime a call and see if he can bring some over."