Rory Kinnear Imagines

IMAGINE: John thinking you're going to die

     You sit on your bed, gently sobbing into your handkerchief. You've been throwing up for the past two weeks straight. You have flu like symptoms and you fear you're dying. Something just doesn't feel right in your body. You haven't told your husband John Clare, also known as the Creature.

     You were introduced to John by Victor Frankenstein. Victor created you at John's insistence for an immortal bride. You two live alone from the rest of the world. You haven't John of your illness yet because you're afraid.

     Doctor Frankenstein said there may be some loopholes to your immortality because he created you so quickly. You're afraid what John will do when he finds out you're dying.

     When you hear John enter the house, you quickly brush the tears off your cheeks and sniff. You sigh and pull back your shoulders. You stand and blow your nose, before turning to greet your husband as he comes into your bedroom. As soon as John sees you, he smiles, his love for you shining in his eyes. He walks over to you, pulls you into his arms, and kisses you deeply. He draws back suddenly, worry flooding his eyes. There's a scared look on his face.

     "Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks.

     You swallow nervously and put your arms on your beloved husband's shoulders. "John." You whisper, tears filling your eyes. His eyes are panic stricken and he's already shaking his head.

     "I'm-I'm ill." You say shakily.

     "I don't understand." He replies.

     "Remember how Doctor Frankenstein said that there may be loopholes to my immortality? I believe that this is a loophole. John, I think I'm dying." You cry.

     John's legs give way beneath him and he crumbles onto his hands and knees, sobbing. "No, no, no." He moans.

     Your hand covers your mouth as you silently cry. You kneel beside your husband." I don't know what to do. I'm so scared." You whisper.

     John pulls you into his arms and holds you so tightly as you both sob. "We must talk to Doctor Frankenstein. He will know what to do. He may be able to help you." John says a long while later, while wiping the tears off his face. He gently cups your face. "We must see him, my love. I can't live without you." He whispers.

     "I don't want to live without you." You whisper back.

     "Then let us go see Doctor Frankenstein, okay?" He says. You nod.

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     "Please help her." John begs as you sit on a table as Frankenstein examines you. Frankenstein keeps murmuring to himself. John glances at you with worry and continues to death grip your hand.

     When Frankenstein is done with his examination, he pulls back and looks at John and you. "Well? How is she?" John asks fearfully.

     Frankenstein coughs. "Well, Y/N, you're not dying." He states.

     "Oh, thank goodness." John sighs with relief, resting his head against yours. "Thank goodness." He breathes.

     "So what's wrong with me then?" You ask, staring at Frankenstein.

     "Y/N, it appears that...well, it appears that you're going to have a baby." He states.

     John and you both sit up straight. "What?!" You both exclaim.

      Frankenstein cracks a smile. "You're both going to be parents." He says. "You're having all the symptoms, possibly mixed in with a cold too." He adds.

     You slowly turn your head to look at John who's paler than normal. "John, we're going to have a baby." You whisper, smiling.

     John pulls you into his arms. "I can't believe it." He murmurs. "I-I can't believe it." He repeats. He pulls back and holds your face in his hands, smiling. Tears pool in his eyes.

     "Here a while ago, I was so alone and now—now I have you and now we're having a child." He whispers.

     "I love you." You say, grinning up at him.

     A tear splatters down in his cheek. "I love you too." John returns.
[THE END] I hope you liked it!