Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #22- Cancer (Robbie Kay)

I walk briskly down the hospital hallway with a nurse in purple scrubs by my side. Everything’s white, from the peeling floor tiles to the bare walls. I’m sure the intention was to make it seem bright and airy, but in reality it’s unwelcoming. Hospitals are a place to make people feel better, no to concern them.

The nurse stops in front of one of the last doors in the hallway. The name ‘Robbie Kay’ is written on a white board in blue marker adhered to the entryway.

“He’s in here. He may be sleeping, so don’t expect too much interaction with him.” She says as nicely as possible. But we both know what is truly happening: Robbie is dying from cancer.

Robbie and I have been the best of friends ever since we were six, and to think that his life may end soon is just too much for me to even contemplate. The truth is, I’ve had a major crush on him for the past year. If he dies suddenly, we’ll never have a chance to be together. I’ve saved my first kiss for him. Heck, I’m eighteen already. But sometimes people are worth waiting for.

With a shuddering breath, I slowly and silently open the door to Robbie’s room. He was sound asleep on his hospital bed, lying on his back. His chest rose and fell peacefully. He had been asleep for a long while now. Maybe sixteen, seventeen hours? Much too long. I pray to God he’s not in a coma.

I pull the plastic, blue fold up chair up to Robbie’s bedside. His face was expressionless; he didn’t even notice me when I entered the room. I slowly sit down, grasping onto his hand that was loosely hanging over the side of the bed.

“Robbie?” I whisper, slightly squeezing the palm of his hand, “Robbie, it’s me, Jackie. I’m here.”

And then the most surprising thing happened: Robbie opened his eyes. He stared intently at me for a moment, his emerald eyes slightly sparkling with the bright LED lights of his hospital room.

“Jackie?” Robbie rasps. Hearing his fluent British accent makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. It was just the smallest bit of hope I have left.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask, my voice gentle and tranquil.

“I feel weird.” He states, staring up at the ceiling. A single tear falls from his eye.

“Robbie, why are you crying?” I question.

He turns his attention back over to me and caresses my check. I flinch slightly at his cold touch, but slightly lean into it.

“Because I never got to tell you just how beautiful you are.” He smiles.

I start to cry now. It was all too much.

“Shhh,” Robbie coos, wiping the tear away with the pad of his thumb, “It’s okay.”

I nod slightly, but the tears don’t stop flowing.

“Jackie, I love you.” Robbie grins.

Robbie closes his eyes, and his body relaxes. His breathing slowly comes to a stop, and I let out a choked cry.

“Robbie?” I ask, nudging his shoulder slightly. No response, “Robbie?”

But it was too late; he was gone. I place his hand onto his chest.

No. This could not happen. He couldn’t just state his feelings for me and then leave. But I felt something strange. It was as if somehow, someway, I knew that he was still in this room, with me. And that’s when I knew: Robbie would always be with me, no matter what.

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Oh my God this was so hard to write. You guys request some of the saddest stuff ever lol. Wowie...those waterworks are working...ahhh. *Wipes the tears away* Okay, enough of the gushy stuff.

This was another imagine for @lost_girl_forever_12. I swear you almost killed me when I wrote this! :p Anywho, hope you like it girly. ;)

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