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I Wish You Were Here (DAN): ©Skiller0Dani

It's been a while eh? Sorry, been busy with Graduation and applying for college mumbo jumbo. But I'm back now! ☻

Btw any writing that is italicized is a flashback. 

Song: Wish You Were Here by Avril Lavigne  

~DaNi

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"It'll be fine, I'm sure I just have a dry throat or something." Dan said calmly, his focus still on his computer. 

"But what if it's not? What if it's more than a dry throat Dan? This could be serious." I plead, trying to capture his attention. He finally looks up at me, sighing. 

"I feel fine Soph. I'm sure it's nothing." He answers, being thrown into a coughing fit. He pushes the laptop onto the couch and stands, heading for the bathroom. I quickly follow, as Dan leans over the sink, coughing up blood. He wipes his mouth on the towel, staining it in red. He refuses to look at me as he washes the blood down the drain. 

"Dan. This is serious! You can't just brush this off. Please!" I plead as he stands, pushing past me back to the lounge. I follow him, picking up my phone. 

"What are you doing?" Dan asks me and I turn towards the window, away from him. 

"Making you an appointment with your Doctor." I say sternly, not looking at him. I hear him slump back against the couch in defeat. I put my phone down on the arm of the couch, heading for the kitchen. 

"I'll get you a glass of water." I mumble. 

***

"Stop fidgeting." I scold as Dan wiggles around on the examination table. 

"I don't like doctor's." He murmurs and I roll my eyes. The Doctor comes into the room with a tubes and a needle. 

"What's that for?" Dan asks nervously as the Doctor preps a place on Dan's arm, right at the bend of his elbow. 

"I'm testing your blood for infection or disease." The Doctor says calmly and I gasp. 

"Disease?" I ask nervously, picking at my fingernails. 

"Coughing up blood regularly isn't a good sign. It's normally a red flag meaning disease. That doesn't mean it won't be a curable one." He informs me, putting the needle in place. I reach forward and grip Dan's shaking hand as the Doctor pokes the needle into Dan's vein gently, taking a vial of his blood. He then tapes a cotton ball to Dan's arm and takes the vial to testing. 

"Disease." Dan mumbles, looking down at the floor. I stand, moving between his knee's placing my hands on his shoulders. 

"Hey, that's a worse case scenario. I'm sure it's nothing like that. Plus the Doctor said most diseases can be cured." I say, stopping my brain from jumping to the worst conclusion. I kiss him on the forehead as he wraps his arms around my waist, practically melting into my chest. The Doctor enters a few minutes later, causing me to pull away from Dan and stand to the side, still gripping his hand. 

"I have the results back..." He says slowly, sitting down on his chair in front of us. He sighs, clasping his hands together. 

"It's Leukemia." 

And my heart stops. 

***

"Could you open the door for me?" I ask Phil, as my arms are full. He nods and quickly reaches for Dan's hospital room door. I enter the room, smiling brightly at Dan whose numbly staring out the window. 

"Hey baby!" I say and he turns to look at me and Phil, a smile overtaking his face. I place the bag of food down on the table and hand Dan his laptop. I plug in his charger and pull out a bottle of water and a jumbo sized bag of Malteser's for him.  We've been doing treatment for months now, 8 I think? Maybe 9. Dan is in stage 3 of cancer and has lost all of his hair. His face is sunk in and has a grey sickly look to it. His lips aren't as pink and are chapped and cracked. He has bags under his eyes, but his eyes are still brown and beautiful. They haven't changed at all. Phil sets up Dan's camera on his side of the bed, where Dan is in view. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Phil asks cautiously and Dan nods, smiling. I move Dan's bucket (for the blood) by his side of the bed and move to the chair on the other side of the bed. Phil stands by the camera and hits the button when Dan tells him to. 

"Hello internet!" Dan says and then continues to film the video. He went for a Q & A which is something that Dan would normally never do, but he wanted to film a video. He didn't want to disappoint his Danosaur's. Dan coughs a few times during the video but the rest of it went pretty smoothly. 

"So that's all I have the energy for today guys, don't worry about me. I'm feeling okay today and I'll be back to normal soon!" He says, ending the video with a smile. Phil packs up the camera and begins the process of editing it in the corner. 

"Thank you Phil." Dan says smiling at him and Phil glances at him. 

"Don't mention it." He smiles, trying to be strong for Dan. The Doctor has already told all three of us that Dan's cancer is already progressing into stage 4 and that he isn't going to make it. He has maybe 6 months tops. 3 months minimum. I rest my head on Dan's shoulder as he scrolls through tumblr. 

***

I sit in our room. Looking around at everything inside. The bed, the desk, the piano, the butt chair, our dresser. I hold one of Dan's jumpers in my hand as I sit on his side of the bed. I peer down at the floor, smoothing my black silk dress, making sure not to wrinkle it for the reception. I notice a picture sticking out from under the bed. I bend down and pick it up, nearly bursting into tears. Its a photo of me and Dan, before he got sick. My eyes are closed and I'm smiling as Dan kissed my cheek. I flip the picture over looking at the words written in black sharpie.  

'Printed this photo off because you loved it so much. Love you. xx ~Dan' 

I clutch the photo in my shaking palm as Phil calls me telling me it's time. 

***

I stand over the open casket, about to be lowered into the ground. Dan lays inside, in a nice black suit, with his eyes closed. Tears escape my eyes as I bend down, placing a watery kiss on his forehead. I fold the photo of us, placing it between his hands and standing back up. The casket closes and the machine begins to lower the casket into the ground. Everyone stands up and gathers around me, all holding black roses. Phil, myself and Dan's parents all drop our roses into the ground followed by everyone else. I turn, taking Phil's arm, heading back to the car. 

***

I sit against the wall, with my knee's up. Tears are streaming down my face as the clock reads 2 in the morning. My shoulders shake as I take one of Dan's black jumpers and I pull it over my quivering body. I smell the fabric, trying to maintain his scent as long as I can before the last physical trace I have of him is gone. I lean on my arms sobbing, remembering his smile, his eyes, his laughter. I remember the way he was positive and happy all the way until the end when he looked over at me, knowing it was time. He was chuckling when he closed his eyes and the final few tears escaped his eyes. He was smiling as his shaking hand reached for mine, letting me know that despite the smiling and laughter that he was afraid. He was cracking jokes and being normal sarcastic Dan right up until he laid down for the final time. He rolled his head over to look at me, greeting me with a shell of the man I once knew. He whispered the words 'I love you' as they finally turned off his life support and IV. He reached for Phil's hand and gripped tighter onto mine as he was finally pulled into oblivion. He was crying, and smiling and trying to be strong for us. He was so strong and he fought so hard. 

God Dan why did this have to happen to us? Why did you have to be taken from us? I drop my head to my arms again, sobbing. 

Dan, oh how I wish you were here.