One-Shots (Janiel) - @janielxtronnor

Cancer

Daniel POV

I woke up from my sleep to see the bright, white lights that I have grown so familiar with. My eyes open slowly; I blinked a couple times as my pupils adjusted.

"Good morning, Daniel," my nurse whispered.

"I'd hardly call it morning." I mumbled. "Its twelve at night."

"I know sweetheart but we need to give you your medicine." She explained; though, I already knew. After six whole years of battling bone cancer, my body has become an alarm clock, knowing exactly when to wake up or when the nurses will walk to my room.

"How is he?" I asked.

"Not good." She answered.

"Is he awake?" She nodded. "Can you go get him?"

"Of course."

After she replaced the bag full of fluid which was keeping me alive, she scurried off to Joey's room to do the same routine she did to me on him. As I sat and waited, I stared up at the ceiling. I counted all of the tiny back spots on ceiling, and wondered why they were there. These little thought were all I could do anymore; I can not run, I can not walk, I can't even stand.

The door slowly swung open, and walked in was the previous nurse pushing a wheelchair-bound Joey.

"Hi, Sweetheart." I smiled.

Joey had his arm rested on the armrest of the chair. He wiggled his fingers as a sign of hello, whilst mumbling out a quiet "hello".

The nurse picked Joey up and placed him gently on the hospital bed next to me. He immediately searched for me with his hands. His hands patted up my stomach, to my chest, and finally ended up on my cheek. He used his thumb to pinpoint exactly where my lips were before leaning in and giving me a light kiss.

"How are you?" He asked groggily. I don't think he got much sleep.

"Still can't walk." I sighed. "How are you?"

"Still can't see." He mimicked me.

Joey was diagnosed with melanoma cancer (eye cancer) a year after I was diagnosed with bone cancer, but unfortunately, his cancer worsened much faster than mine, and now he's blind. He went bald from all the chemotherapy before me; although now, it doesn't really matter since we were now both going to die. He was predicted to die February 13, the day before Valentine's Day.

"Daniel?" He asked.

"Hm?"

"Are you scared?"

"Scared of what, Joey?"

"Dying."

"No. That's not what I'm scared of."

"Then what is it that your scared of?"

"I'm scared of," I began. "the days that I'm going to have with you. When this is all gone."

"We're going to be together again." Joey stated.

He rested his cheek on my chest and twisted his body so it lied sideways as I was on my back.

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"God told me," He stated. "He told me the reason he gave us cancer."

"And that is?"

"He wants us to stay strong before we die. He wants us to go to heaven, but we have to earn it. He said he wanted to take us away from Earth, from all of the ignorance, and be with him in heaven."