Imagine If....

You gave Him your Last Dance...

This is the imagine I promised that's based on 'Save the Last Dance for Me' by Michael Buble, enjoy!

You were sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, chilled to the bone as you sat in the metal chair. It wasn't cold in the room, you just had an intense fever. Which was why you didn't want to go to the hospital, to begin with. All you had was some flu virus but your best friend Mark thought otherwise. Despite having the common symptoms of fatigue, dry mouth, difficulty swallowing and others he was convinced there was something seriously wrong with you. In his defense, you've had this 'stomach flu' for almost a month now.

You glanced up at the stark white walls to the black clock that hung on the wall. It's been almost 5 hours since you've gotten here, what the hell could be taking them so long? The doctor probably got swamped with all the drunken idiots that injured themselves. It is 4th of July weekend after all.

As you sat there, you thought about leaving. You didn't have the official results, but as the doctor was checking you out he said everything looked fine. That's a clean bill of health in your eyes! You knew that if you left and Mark found out, he would just drag you right back to get the results, staying with you to make sure you didn't escape again.

In the midst of the mental debate with yourself, the Doctor you saw earlier came strolling into the room, a firm line set on his face.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N?" The doctor called out, his eyes scanning the paperwork on his clipboard.

"Here!" You called out, causing your body to go into a coughing fit. Once you got it under control, you looked at him. "It's just a cold right like I thought?"

The sadness in the doctor's eyes contradicted the calm demeanor the rest of his body held. "Why don't you follow me? We can talk about this in my office." Despite the puzzled look on your face, you got out of the chair and began following him down the hall.

Within a few moments, the two of you sat in a rather plain office. Various degrees and awards hung in perfect uniformity along the wall. As you were sitting down in the leather seat across the desk, the doctor shut the door.

"Why did you call me in here? All I have is a-" Just like earlier, your body erupted into a coughing fit. The doctor waited to speak until you had calmed down.

"At first, that's what I thought. Then upon seeing another patient, I decided to run a few tests which is why there was such a long wait." He sighed as he pulled some papers out of an envelope on his desk. "What you have, Y/N, isn't a cold."

You took a deep breath to stop the panic levels within you from rising. "What is it then?"

"It's an autoimmune disease known as Scleroderma. It's particularly rare with less than 200,000 cases per year in the US. There are several different types of Scleroderma. I've categorized yours as systemic scleroderma. What's happening is your immune system has malfunctioned and started to attack your body's tissues and organs."

"Is it treatable? Will I be ok?" The facade on the doctor's face fell as he looked down at his desk.

"This is where the issue lies. From the various tests I've done, my best guess is that it's originating from your kidney. I'll have to do some further tests to confirm my suspicions. With medications and physical therapy, we can ease your symptoms. Ultimately though, you're going to need a new kidney in order to stop it from spreading to your other organs."

"Then put me on some sort of transplant list!" You'd be lying if you said what the doctor was telling you didn't effect you. You were absolutely scared shitless.

"There's another issue. We've already put you on a list, but the process is long. Kidney's are hard to come by. The only way we can guarantee you a new kidney is if someone came in, telling us they want to donate their kidney to you. Even then, the testing process to make sure your body wouldn't reject the new kidney is grueling."