Careless Whisper (Ryan Ross/Pete Wentz)

That Green Gentleman (Pete's POV)

Cancer. This can't be happening. No, Ryan does not have cancer. He can't. I was standing outside the door all alone waiting for Ryan to be finsihed. I was so scared and nervous, as was Ryan, I'm sure. I waited out there for a good half hour, pacing back and fourth, sitting against the wall, and even crying a little. I had just sat down again when I heard the door open. I stood up and looked to see who it was. It was Ryan.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said. "When are we going to find out?"

"They said they'd call us later with the results," he said.

"Hey, look at me," I said as I gently lifted his head.

"What?" he asked.

"Are you crying?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah," he said. "What if I do? I'm only twenty! I can't have my life taken from me when I've got the rest of it ahead of me, Pete. What am I supposed to do?"

"Ryan, we don't even know if you do for sure, and even if you do, you're strong and you will fight it," I said as I hugged him.

Ryan just hugged me back tighter and sobbed into the shirt. I felt so bad. I felt like I couldn't do anything to help him, even though I wanted to. I'd gladly switch places with him if it meant that he was safe. I'd do anything for him.

Ryan and I walked out to the vehicle after he had calmed down and the got in. We drove home in silence again, but our hands intertwined together tightly. We got back to our apartment and walked inside. The hours went by and still barely any talking. Ryan sat on the couch the entire time, staring blankly into the television. I was getting worried. He can't give up this easily already.

Around seven, we heard the phone ring. Ryan finally snapped out of his daze and looked at me. I started to get up, but he pushed me back down and said he'd get it. I watched him walk over to the phone and pick it up.

"Hello? Yes, this is Ryan. You did?" he said. "What'd they say? Oh... Yes, alright. Thank you. Yes, I'll see you tomorrow. Yes, first thing in the morning."

He hung the phone back up and just stood there, facing away from me. I knew something was wrong... I got up and walked towards him. I rested my hand on his back.

"Ry," I said quietly. "What's wrong?"

"I have cancer," he whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"I have cancer, Pete," he said as he began to cry.

"Oh, Ryan," I said as I hugged him.

He sobbed into my shirt as he had done a few hours prior. I felt so bad. I wanted to help him, but I knew I couldn't, other than to be there for him through it all. I gently walked us over to the couch and we sat down. I held Ryan for a good hour before he calmed down.

"T-They want m-me to go back there tomorrow morning a-at ten so I can start chemo," he said.

"Already?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah," he said. "A-Apparently it's pretty advanced already and they want to start it as soon as possible."

"Oh," I said. "Want me to come with?"

"Would you?" he asked.

"Of course!" I said. "I couldn't just leave you there all alone to face this. I love you too much to do that."

"I love you too, Pete," Ryan said as he hugged me.

Ryan and I spent the rest of the night on the couch watching tv. Occassionally he'd cry and I'd be right there to hold him. This is going to be a rough battle, but we'll get through it.

*A/N* I'm sorry this took a little bit to update... Writing about cancer reminds you of your grandmother that died of cancer and it makes you cry... So not the easiest chapter to write. I practically broke down in study hall.. ~