Joshifer To The Rescue (a Joshifer fanfic)

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Ya guys. Uh, I know this is Joshifer and everything and I apologize for not using them that much.. But I swear, after this chapter it'll be most  'Joshiferish'

Chapter 18

*one week later*

Everyone else has now been in Hawaii for a week while I've been back in

Kentucky. I told Jason my situation and he said take as long as I need. I wanted to be with my sister in her last week. Ashley was pretty much allowed to do anything she wanted, except have sex. We made a plan for her last days. Each family member would get a day with her. In order of closeness. I would be the last because we had the closest relationship. Monday is dad. Tuesday is mom. Wednesday is Aaron, who flew in from New York. And Thursday is me. Friday would be a family day. Everyone got to be with her. Then on Saturday, around 3pm, she would pass. Sadly, Ashley would have to pass in the hospital. They needed to treat her. And they would also do what they could to keep her alive. That would most likely fail. Everyone was ready for her to pass. On my day with her we agreed on a girls day. We would see a movie, then get mani-pedi's, then go roller skating, then we would go to our secret place. When we were little and our parents were fighting I would always take her to a little spot in the woods behind our house. We sat there for three hours that day in pure silence. "Jenny, I don't want to die. I'm scared." I looked at her to see tears in her eyes. "I don't want you to go either. But you'll be happier, in a better place." She frowned as she spotted my wrists. "But what about you? Will you be okay? Clearly you haven't taken this well. These cuts look they were done today." I pulled my hand away from her grasp. "They were done today. Everyone has their ways of coping and this is mine," I glanced down at my phone, "How about we go grab some pizza. It's almost 7. Then we'll come back and do a movie marathon, just like old times."

*two days later; Saturday*

We were all prepared. Maybe not emotionally but we made it seem that way. At least I was. I was tough on the outside. But on the inside I was crumbling, falling apart. By 11am Ashley was sitting in a hospital, the whole family crowded around her. We all talked, about my movie, about flowers and rainbows (trying to get some happiness in), and we looked through old photos. Around noon the doctor came in and explained what would happen. Around noon Ashley would fall into a coma. She would be half alive but still fully aware of what is happening around her. She would still hear what we were saying. But then around 3 she would be pronounced dead. After that we all turned our heads to the clock. 11:20. We decided we would all get ten minutes alone with her. I sat outside her room anxiously as Aaron came out in tears. I took a deep breath and went inside. She looked worse then she did a half hour ago. I sat on the bed and grabbed her hand, already crying. "I'm sorry, I'm not being a good example. I should be strong." I said my thoughts aloud. "You don't need to be strong. Everyone needs to let out feelings now and then. But make me one last promise before I go." Those last words were like a stab in the chest. But I nodded regardless. "Stop cutting yourself, for me. Go live happily ever after with Josh. I'll watch over you." I nodded, sobbing. "I love you." "I love you-" she was cut off by a monotone beep. Ashley was gone.