ethans pov o shit
I wake up with Belle curled up in my arms, her limbs tangled with mine. She's cuddled into my chest, fitting her curves into mine. One of her arms and her leg is tossed over my side, and my arms are tight around her waist. A little smile is playing on her slightly parted lips. I listen to her breathing for a moment, then sit up with a jolt.
Her breathing is shaky and rattles loudly. She's still asleep, yawning loudly when I take her shoulders and move her body into the light. Her skin is tinged blue, and I realize that the blanket had fallen off her a little in the night. And she didn't sleep in her own room, which means she didn't have her own medicine.
Fuck.
What was I thinking? I must have been loopy on painkillers to let her stay in my bed. She probably ran to get past the receptionist's desk to.
Oh my God, so many things have gone wrong...
She's still asleep, sitting up, braced by me holding her. I shake her gently and she wakes up. She cracks open her eyes and groans.
"E-" she stops talking, her eyes wide at her insanely raspy voice. Her hands go to her throat and she looks at me, terrified.
"I know, I know," I say quickly. "Look, baby, don't say anything, okay? You need to get back to your room. Go as fast as you can without running and hook yourself up to your IVs and get under all your blankets, okay?" She nods, eyes brimming with tears. She must be in so much pain. I feel awful. I hold her hand and help her stand next to my bed. She whimpers when she stands up and holds her stomach. "Did you eat yesterday?" She shakes her head no, tears falling down her blueish cheeks. "Oh my God. Okay, you're going to be okay. Just get back to your room, okay? I can't go with you because the alarm will go off. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay, baby?"
She nods, eyes wide and glossy. Holding her stomach, she hobbles to the door, like her legs hurt her. She opens it and sets off into the hallway. I sit in my bed, trying not to cry. She's so weak, and I was so damn selfish that I made her stay with me. Now she could be sick, and it would be all my fault.
I sit back in my bed, still warm from our connected bodies, and press my hands to my eyes. I hear the thumps of feet running by and I sit up to see doctors running past my window.
It feels a little like my chest is being ripped out.
belles pov
I head down the hallway, my whole body in excruciating pain.
I'm trying to just focus on how good it felt to be curled next to Ethan, his arms wrapped around me like he was trying to protect me.
But it's hard. My legs hurt from not walking yesterday but then sprinting that night. My stomach feels like it's being stabbed with hunger. I need more food than most people, because my body uses up nutrients so quickly trying to fight the cancer. My breath rattles because I wasn't hooked up to my IV last night. And my whole body is full of cold, even though I was wrapped up with Ethan.
My legs burn more with every step, until they give out. My head slaps the tile and everything goes black.
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patient // e.d
FanfictionI sigh and sit next to her little bed. Her small frame seems smaller than usual, like the weight of her illness is sinking her down. I stare at her face, beautiful despite the tubes lacing around it. I grab her hand. "Please wake up," I whisper. "I...
