Brendon Urie Imagines

Cancer

*Just letting you know, if you get triggered by cancer, I would recommend not reading this one. Read at your own risk.*

You get woken up by the sound of Brendon moving. You feel a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Good morning baby." Brendon says.

"Morning Brendon." You respond back.

You feel Brendon lay a kiss on your forehead. He gets up and walks downstairs. You sigh. What did you do to get a man like him?

•••
You walk downstairs and hug Brendon from behind.

"I love you." You whisper.

"I love you too Y/N."

You stop hugging him and sit on the couch.

You start to cough.

"Babe, you okay?" Brendon asks.

"Yeah, probably a cold."

He walks over and kisses you.

"Hope you feel better."

A couple weeks later...
You wake up coughing again. It's been like that for a while.

"Baby, are you sure your okay?" Brendon asks worriedly.

"I'm fine! It's just a cold."

He sighs.

"Okay."

A month later...
You wake up coughing.

What's happening?!

"Babe!" You yell.

He's not next to me like usual. You sigh and get up. You gasped and fall to the ground. Your chest was burning. You can barely get up without coughing again or getting a giant pain in your back. You haven't eaten as much as usual which causes you to lose weight easier.

You are always tired. You get about 9 hours of sleep. You can't be tired. You lug you way through the house to the kitchen. There is a note on the fridge.

Dear Y/N,
I'm sorry for leaving before you got up. I have to record so I'll be home late. I miss you!

-Brendon

You sigh, another wheeze making its way out of you throat.

You walk out the the family room and sit on the couch.

•••
You have the urge to cough again. Something felt different about this cough though. You went to the bathroom and got a tissue. You cough into it. Your tiredness is getting worse. You look in the mirror.

You see marks all over your face. You sigh and look at the tissue. You drop it.

Oh no!

You start to shake.

What happening?!

First, there was blood all over the tissue You coughed on. Now, You are shaking.

You try to run to the kitchen to grab your phone. You trip and fall. You get on your hands and knees, crawling to the counter. You pull yourself up with all the strength you had left. You grab your phone and dial Brendon's number.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Hello?

Brendon!

Babe! Are you okay?! You sound like you've been crying!