The Boy Upstairs /tronnor/

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Connor

It's been a few days since the incident. Troye's fine now, but he doesn't even remember it happening. I think that scares me the most. The doctors say it was just because Troye didn't take his medicine. His oxygen flow suffered because of it, and he passed out. 

I've had my better days. I don't get out of bed anymore, and I'm constantly exhausted. Just the simple act of eating some of that shitty cafeteria Jello that Troye and I met over makes me want to sleep for three years. The doctors have officially declared me bedridden, and it hits me that I'm even closer to my demise now.

Troye refuses to come see me. He texts me all the time, and sometimes I hear him laugh or giggle loudly at what I send him. Jackie won't let him, something about me being dangerous now.

Two weeks have passed, and it's December fourth. I only have about twenty six days left, which terrifies me. I feel a buzz under my leg and pull the cause of the buzz out; Troye's texting me, practically spamming me, freaking out over something.

Troye: CONNOR
Troye: CONNOR LOOK OUTSIDE
Troye: LKDSFJLSKDJFLSDKJFDSLKFS
Troye: CONNOR IT'S SNOWING!!!!

I laugh and look out my blinds to see a white powder falling from the sky, and my heart aches to go play in it. It hardly ever snows in LA, so this is a very random occurrence, doctors and patients alike practically glued to the nearest window, watching it fall.

Of course, being from Minnesota, this should be a regular thing for me. Yeah, snow, no big deal, I should be thinking. But the little kid inside me is begging me to go build a snowman. What hurts the most is that even making a tiny snowball would probably knock the wind right out of me. What scares me more is that this might be the last time I ever see snow.

Troye's in the other room squealing like a little kid and the doctors help him into a wheelchair and roll him outside.

"Can Connor come? Please?" Troye squeaked, but Jackie heaved a deep sigh.

"Connor is sick, baby. We're gonna have to let him go soon."

That sent a chill of terror right through me.

"Can't he just come for ten minutes? Please? I want to spend time with my boyfriend."

Hearing him call me his boyfriend sent a shockwave of energy through me, and I somehow hoisted myself into my wheelchair and wheeled myself into the hall, much to Jackie's surprise and Troye's satisfaction.

"I'm okay." I smiled, wheezing slightly. "I wanna go."

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