Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 18: "Spare my soldier"

Brad

My adrenaline rose up and went to every vein on my body. I felt so scared yet so eager to know what my results are. I haven't have any attacks for two weeks so that is the only hope I'm trying to hold on right now. I went quickly to Tris' room, I cuddled besides him, hoping that he would wake up from my hug. As I embrace his skinny figure, I can feel the warmth of this body. He's sick again. I peeked a kiss on his lips, causing him to open his eyes. "Good morning baby... You're temperature is high again... Are you okay love?" I said, resting my head on his chest. "I feel so cold love... My joints hurt... But you're here now, and that makes me okay" Tristan said in his husky morning voice (he's so sexy oh my god) pressing his lips onto mine. "I could get used to mornings like this" he added as he wraps his arms around me, I close my eyes and cherish the wonderful moment we have this morning. "Tris... Dr. Clifford said my results are on his clinic" I said, looking up to Tristan's beautiful face. "I-I'm scared soldier..." I slowly place my head back on his chest, thinking the fact that the results might be dreadful. "Hey... Love, don't worry okay? You'll be cured. I'll always be here no matter what" Tristan said as he gently pulls my chin up, he looked me straight into my eyes and kissed me on my forehead. "Are you coming with us? For the results?" I asked the taller boy who's playing with my curls. "Ofcourse baby! I want to be there when Dr. Clifford says that you no longer have cancer! I love you so so so so much Brad. I'm really looking forward spending my whole life with you" he replied as he plants another kiss on my forehead, on my lips and on my hand. "Are you sure? You're still sick and your muscle joints are swollen babe" I asked the taller boy again, hoping that he would change his mind. He needs to rest for him to regain his energy back. "No love, I want to! I'll just take meds and I'm good to go! As long as I'm with you, everything is okay" he replied. I stood up from the bed, releasing myself to Tristan's warm embrace. "Well then get up soldier! Dr. Clifford is waiting for us!" I exclaimed as I put both of my hands on my waist. Tristan pulled my wrists with all force, sending me back to his bed. (even tho he's sick he still has this strong force). "Let's just cuddle for a little more Bradley bear! I love your warm hugs!!!" Tristan playfully said as he snakes his arms around me. I let out a resounding laugh as he tickles my flanks and kisses my neck. I wish moments like these would never end... This day started out great, filled with love and positivity all because of Tristan. I hope this day would end the same way when it began.

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Brad wrapped his arms around Tristan on their way to the car. The tall blonde seems to get weaker everyday. "I'll sit on the shotgun love" Tristan said to the smaller boy. Brad opened the door for his boyfriend and let the tall blonde to settle down inside. The curly sat on the back. His mum starts the car's engine and started to drive to the hospital. The curly's mum looked into the car's mirror, trying to see her son's reflection on the back. "Smile Brad, let's be positive!" Ms. Simspon said to his son as her mouth stretches into a smile. Tristan looked behind his back, eyeing the curly. He grabs his boyfriend's hand "Be positive love... We'll get through this" he said and placed a kiss on Brad's soft and tiny hand. Tristan holds the curly's hand throughout the travel. The tall blonde have let sleep take over him, whether he likes it or not, he needs to rest. Dark grey clouds, cold thin air and heavy flocks of snow... As the time passes by quickly, the soft white pieces of frozen water flock down like an army of soldiers that are attacking the surface of the earth. It pours down hard as the thick fog covers the whole road like a blanket. Suddenly, the car's tire sliped into the snow, it was like a devil pushed it and made it swerve into a direction that would probably take a life. Ms. Simpson tried to control the wheel, but there was no use. The snow made the tires slippery as Brad's mum drives on a constant steady speed. She tried to hit the breaks but the vehicle swerved and kissed into a tree. Sending Tristan (who's sleeping peacefully infront, not wearing a seatbelt) outside the car, crashing the glasses infront of him with his skinny built. "TRIS!!!" The curly one cried, trying to pull his boyfriend's body back to the car. The driver seat's airbag went off, protecting Brad's mother but she's unconcious. The tall blonde's body is in the vehicle's hood together with the broken pieces of glasses. The curly boy removed his seatbelt and tried reaching Tristan's body, but he can't, the tall blonde's body was sent off too far. He sat back down, seeing the blood streaming down on his boyfriend's paper white face. Brad luckily survived the impact, he sheds a tear as he tried to tap his mum's body, hoping that she regains consciousness. He reaches to his mum's pocket to get her mobile device. Brad struggles to get the phone out of his mum's pocket, the crash flattened the whole car. The curly got the phone out and opened the device, he was about to dial for help but a text from Dr. Clifford appeared on the screen.

"DR. CLIFFORD: Ms. Simspon, sorry if I have to discuss the results over the phone, unexpectedly I have a very urgent meeting to attend this morning. But I am VERY glad to tell you that Brad's tumors have miraculously shrunk and reduced! We need to conduct more tests to indentify what happened but Brad's cancer malignancy is now only at 40% percent. There are still tumors but that 40%  can removed through operation and chemotherapies. In the meantime, please tell Brad to keep drinking his medicines because the tumors can still spread rapidly if he does not continue taking it until we take further steps for his operation. We will be conducting the medical procedures after the holidays. Good day Ms. Simspson!"

Brad scanned the text and let out a loud cry. "MUM!!!' TRISTAN!!!" The curly boy weeps as he sees his mum and his boyfriend's face. Blood continues to flow down on Tris' jaw. Minutes after Brad dialed for help, policemen and medical ambulances came to aid. They took out the curly first and put him into a stretcher. As the medical team brings him inside the ambulance, Brad oversees to Tristan, who is not showing any sign of life. Brad's mum was also brought out and they put her on another ambulance. "She's alive! She's alive!" one of the medical aids said to his ally. "God... Please spare my soldier from death PLEASE!" Brad begs inside of his mind.

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