STAY · Thomas Sangster x Reader

- seven -

Your pov

You decided to stay the night since Thomas was getting worst and you wanted to look for him. "It's getting late now, love. You have to head home." "Im staying tonight tom. Can't leave you here alone." "Oh. Okay.. Uh. Thanks love." It melts your heart and gives you goosebumps everytime he calls you that. You love it. "No worries. Lets get dinner then."

After dinner you sat on the bed watching tv with Thomas. It was above the cabinet so you felt the pain in your neck from looking up. You got up and went to your bag. You got yourself a notepad and some pencils. (You draw/sketch well in this imagine) You started thinking of what to draw. You thought of Thomas and you started to sketch him. He noticed you staring at him. "What's that love?" "Just uhm my drawings. I got bored so I decided to draw you." "Oh you draw too? That's awesome! Can I see." "Tommy, let me finish." You raised an eyebrow trying to look serious but failed. Both of you giggled. "Okay y/n" I have to admit, I like him calling me love but I also love it when he calls me by my name. It sounded perfect with his thick accent.

10:38pm

You finished your drawing, but when you were about to show it to Thomas, he was already dozing of. He looked peaceful, so innocent. He looks cute. His lips parted a little. After minutes of staring at him thinking what might happen in the future when he gets out of this place and survive cancer, you just remember the plain white walls.

You've asked if you could paint them and they agreed. You held out the paint and brushes you have in your backpack, you bought about a week ago. Then laid them on the floor below the blank wall. Since you can't sleep anyway you started to think what to draw. You thought of someone looking at a mirror. The mirror will be black and white and the guy had cancer. But the person looking at the mirror is completely healthy and this one had colors. You thought of this because you wanted to motivate and inspire Thomas. You started painting the black image first. Paint now all over your clothes.

3:21am

You took a step back and took a glance of your art. The next thing you know you were on the floor already with your heavy eyes.

Why am I crying? Why am I in a hospital bed? Why are there tubes on my nose? Why is my mom crying beside me? And after everything you heard a long beeping sound and all you saw was black. Dark. You heard nothing. You tried moving or opening your eyes but it did not work.