Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Eighteen

ARIAS POV

"Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy," I mumbled, and Ezra glanced at me from across the room.

It was 9am, a Saturday morning. This was one of the many things I loved about waking up on a Saturday morning. It's the feeling that me and Ezra have the whole day to spend together. That warmed my heart more than anything else.

"F. Scott Fitzgerald, hmm?" He replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Why of course. He's one of my favorite authors," I answer, smiling to myself. He chuckled and walked over to me, kissing me on top of my head.

"Mine too," He whispered.

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"Hey Ezra. You got a text from Rosewood Hospital," I yelled to Ezra, as he was in the shower. I heard the faucet turn off and squeak a little before Ezra came out of the bathroom, only wearing a bath robe.

I held out my hand for him to take his phone. He examined it in front of his eyes, and as he read the text, his face drained of color.

"What? Ezra what is it?"

He shook it off, but answered me truthfully.
"They want me to go in for a PET scan. But on my own," He trailed off, but showed me the text. It was true.

Dear Mr. Fitz,
            For obvious reasons, we would like you to come into to have a PET scan to check for any more tumors or threatening cancers. For privacy restrictions, please appoint this on your own.
Your appointment date is 1st February.

- Rosewood Hospital

"That's tomorrow," i gulped. What if the scan lit up everywhere? Cancer in his liver, heart again, lungs? No. I couldn't think that way. I didn't allow myself.

"Hey, hey look at me," Ezra tilted my chin up to allow me to stare into his big, wonderful blue eyes. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine, I promise," He whispered into my ear.

I hugged him, tight, and gripped onto the back of his shirt, sobbing into his chest. He kissed the top of my head gently, causing me to crack a little smile into his shirt.

He ran his palms up the lengths of my back, hushing me as I continued crying into his chest.

A very small part of me thought this pain and suffering was never going to end, and I'll be left on this earth, alone, without Ezra. But the majority of me fought that part, and knew that he'd stay with me. I was being incredibly selfish, but I knew my Ezra was strong. He was the strongest person I'd ever met.

Elloooo. casuallyread I hope you're all okay with this super short chapter, but I wanted to prepare you guys with the next chapter. It'll be long. I promise :))

I love you guys so much, thank you for being with me each step of the way throughout Begin Again, Stupid Things I've Done and Hands Of Time! I'm eternally grateful❤