1:35 am ✧ Lashton

Waiting

Song:
Cancer - My Chemical Romance.

Sunday June 12, 2016

Luke's pov

Ashton's day are limited now. It's been hectic but slow all in a cycle. I don't even go home during the day hours. I don't do school work. I've told my mother of my situation and she's given me a break.

I've taken Ashton on a date about once a week, twice if possible. I want to make these last weeks worth it. We've gone to every party we've seen fliers for on telephone poles and have gotten drunk too many times for two underage boys.

Ashton was beginning to become weaker everyday. He couldn't hold himself above me when we kissed at night. He couldn't carry me from the couch to the bed anymore.

He couldn't climb through the window anymore.

I stayed at his house practically 24/7.
"Luke, please I'm not weak. Look" Ashton would stand up and kick his feet around in a small dance.

"As much as I'd love to watch you dance all day, you need to rest. There's another doctors appointment coming up today and you need to be ready when you wake up ok? You fell asleep last time." I chuckled.

Ashton rolled his eyes. "Fine. But you have to cuddle me. I'm the little spoon today." He pouted.

I sighed. "Of course you are." I climbed into bed and let the tired boy rest his head in my chest. "Goodnight baby".

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I woke up for the appointment and collected up a sleepy Ashton and we were on our way.

I was officially an escort for doctors appointments and hospital visits, giving Ashton's family a break, which they were hesitant to accept, but so great fully deserved.

"Alright, c'mon" I grabbed Ashton's hand as we waltzed into the doctors office.

The wait was boring as ever and the smell of cleaners and sprays overpowered my nose.

"Ashton? Ashton Irwin?" I heard the nurse call for Ashton and we slowly walked to where the room was located.

The other nurses eyed us sadly as we walked to the scan and x-Ray rooms towards the back of the facility. Ashton kept his head held high and smiled at the pitying women.

"Alright, Ashton. How are we doing?" The middle-aged man, Dr. Harper, asked my Ashton that was sitting on the check up table.

"Eh." He shrugged. "Why 'Eh'?" Dr. Harper asked.

Ashton looked to me and then back to the doctor.

"My whole body is being consumed day after day with cancer and I fear that everyday will be my last and I won't be able to see Luke. I could be trying chemo but I gave up on chemo. I'm going to die anyway so why not save some money, take my boyfriend on a date. My life could be 'fuck just kill me already' but I have him." Ashton directed his hand out to me. He spoke every single one of his words with a smile.

"And with him. My life turns from 'fuck just kill me already' to 'eh'. He makes my life great and sometimes I wish I could save myself, heal myself. But I would only be living for him."

Ashton finished his speech and I wasn't going to cry. I'll never cry over this.

Dr. Harper was silent and awkwardly continued. "Let's go get a scan" he said, leading us to the back rooms.

He had Ashton get dressed in a hospital gown and lie down on the scan table. "Alright, Ashton. Stay as still as possible for me." The technician ordered my boyfriend. I loved saying that.

Ashton slowly went through the machine.
When he was done, the screen popped up of all of his infections and tumors.

Just like Ashton said.

'Like a Christmas tree'

"Only a little while longer. Mr. Hemmings, your time is scarce, make his last days count." And with that, Dr. Harper left

'Make his last days count.'

Because that's all he has left.

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