Dylan O'Brien imagines

Cancer (Stiles)

Warning: really fucking sad
This was inspired by Cancer- cover by twenty one pilots

"Could you grab me a glass of water." I sat on the edge of my hospital bed. My were lips chapped and almost matched the tone of my skin color.

Stiles willingly walked over to the sink and grabbed a paper cup. I could tell he was still shaking from the news but I was to tired to calm him down. "What flowers should we get?-"

"I'm not talking about your funeral!" Stiles snapped barely making me jump because of my weak body. "Sorry." He whispered. My eyes were glued to the tiled floor that my feet hung over.

My family was sitting outside as always on the weekends. I missed seeing my brother, he always had work or something. What's going to happen? Is always the question that runs over and over and over in my head. It's so much pain that awaits me.

"You know what the hardest part is?" I said swinging my feet a little. Stiles stood in the same spot. "Leaving you." I looked up at him with my weary eyes as he began to cry.

"I love you Y/n." He sobbed and fell on the floor.

"I'm awful just to look at." All my hairs had abandoned all my body and my agony. It was hell. And what brought me even more heart wrenching pain was watching Stiles fall apart.

Stiles looked up from the floor. "We were going to have a family." He whispered through silent sobs that escape his mouth. He knew that I couldn't do anything and that's what hurt him so much. Maybe he even had more pain than me. My eyes were to dragged and tired to cry so I just sat and listened to my boyfriends wailing.

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2 months later I was still reaching my horrible agonizing death. By now I was counting down the days to go. "This just isn't living." I was weaker than before. Couldn't even sit up anymore. And Stiles was almost worse. He had skipped so much school.

"If you say goodbye." Stiles had bags under his eyes and could barely look at me anymore. "I just want you to know that I will never," a tear slid down his red cheeks. "Never forget what we had." He pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it pulling something out. "This was meant for you." He handed me a ring, a wedding ring. One that would bound our love for eternally.

"Yes." I said as he slid it onto my finger.

Stiles smiled through the pain. "This is us."

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Stiles POV

I remember getting that heart shattering call. I removed rushing to the hospital only to find an empty bed. I remember the fighting. I remember all the alcohol I consumed that night. The pain I was put through and I thought, why wasn't it me in her position.