Lauren's pov:
Not long after a tour with the girls, my wife, Y/n, became very sick. Her symptoms being loss of breath, headaches, unexplained fevers, and night sweats.
I couldn't bare to see her so weak and lifeless. My heart slowly began to ache, for the love of my life would soon be gone. The only thing I could do was hold her hand, give her warmth by cuddling her, giving her anything that she needed or wanted, just continuously being there for her.
Thoughts of being without her swarmed my mind every minute of everyday. What the hell would I do without her? Who will I kiss everyday, good morning and goodnight? Who's warm arms will I sleep in? Who will be there for me at my darkest moments? Just, who? I don't understand. Why me?
I had just gotten some breakfast before making my way to the car and heading to the hospital. Iv'e never liked hospitals, the smell of the medical utensils being used on injured or possibly dying patients, but for Y/n, I would do anything.
Getting out of the car, I walked into the cold hospital lobby, nodding my head towards the receptionist. Every day that I walked in, she gave me a sad smile that I couldn't stand. Full of pity, her eyes begged for me to realize the truth.
After walking out of the elevator, I walked to Y/n's room and knocked on the door softly, only walking in after I heard a faint "come in". I walked to the side of Y/n's bed, where I sat everyday holding her hand.
"Good morning, beautiful." I smiled gently, watching her face lovingly. My hand reached up to caress her soft cheek, which had sunken in from the major weight loss.
She looked up at me, showing me her weak attempt of a smile, "You know, you shouldn't lie to the dying." Y/n said, finding her death amusing. Her joke instantly made my smile falter. I sighed sadly, "Y/n-"
"I know what you're going to say, "Y/n, you shouldn't joke about your death like that!" ", she rolled her eyes with sass. Y/n grabbed my hand with her own cold one and kissed it, "Baby, everything will be alright. At the end of the day I'll be right here." she reassured me.
Y/n said these words everyday, but as more days passed I couldn't tell if she was trying to remind me or herself.
Throughout the day, I stayed by her side. We watched TV, cracked jokes, cuddled, and just talked about everything. After a while, we both realized that it had begun to rain heavily. Deciding I would stay the night with Y/n because I didn't want to be involved in an accident and because she wanted me to stay.
"I'll be right back, okay?" I told Y/n. Although her eyes were already closing slightly, she nodded her head softly with small smile on her face. I walked around the bed to the door and into the hallway were it was quiet.
After finding the restrooms and doing my business, I walked out towards the small flower kiosk in the hallway. I found the flowers that Y/n would like and began making my way to her room once again.
Making the final turn to Y/n's hallway, my world stopped. Everything went into slow motion as I watched doctors and nurses running into Y/n's room. My mind going into panic, my legs ran in the direction of the chaos. My ears hearing the deafening long tone of the machine, initiating her death.
"No! No! No! She's not dead! This is a joke! This is a fucking joke!" I yelled out, attempting to push past the group of doctors and nurses to reach her. My heart yearning for her to pop up behind them and yell out everything was a joke.
I began to become aggressive as started grabbing and pushing with such a force that I didn't recognize.
"Mrs. Jauregui! You can't be in here!"
"Hey!"
"Get out of here!"
"Dammit, someone get this woman out of here!" someone yelled loudly. Many hands reaching out to grab me before a pair of familiar hands reached and pulled me back into a warm chest. The hands began running through my hair and rubbing my back soothingly.
"Lauren, listen to me! Listen to me!" I was pulled away from the chest and forced to look into someones eyes. My dad's brown eyes stared back at me sadly, "Shh, it's gonna be okay! It's gonna be okay, babygirl." He pulled me back into his chest and held me, continuing to rub my back as he repeated soothing words in my ear.
"Papa, she said everything would be okay! She said she would still be here!" my voice broke as more tears ran down my face like a never ending waterfall. "What am I supposed to do without Y/n? What am I supposed to do without her! I'm nothing without her , Papa!" My small fists pounded onto the floor, feeling angry and lost.
What the hell am I going to do without her?
What am I going to do?
I can't live without her.
I love Y/n.
I, Lauren Jauregui, love Y/n.
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