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New addition lmao it's Matt Espinosa!

I got a prompt request with Matt! This is very sad. 

Italicized means it's a flashback. 

Prompt 66: "Is that blood?" 

Song: Wish You Were Here by Avril Lavigne 

~DaNi 

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It started so innocently, and he was never concerned about it. I knew it was a problem. I knew something was wrong. It was when he came home from a night out with his friends, and I saw it. 

"Baby is that you?" I ask when I hear the door to our apartment close.

"Yeah," He said shortly before coming into view. He came to sit down on the couch next to me, his arms winding around my waist. 

"Matt oh my god!" I gasped when I saw a stream of blood begin pouring down his face. 

"Is that blood?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. His hand went to wipe at his face, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah hold on." He groaned, reluctantly pulling away from me. I sat nervously on the couch, waiting to him to return. When he didn't return I stand and make my way towards the bathroom, my eyes widening at the sight in front of me. It looked like someone had gotten murdered. There was blood splattering the white porcelain sink, and down the front of his shirt. He was holding a wet rag, which I can assume used to be white but was now a faint red color. 

"Matt!" I exclaim, feeling panic at the amount of blood pouring out of his nose. 

"Don't worry baby, it's just a bloody nose." He reassured me and I nodded, still feeling unconvinced as he bent over the sink.  

"Have you ever had a bloody nose this bad? Matt it came out of nowhere, isn't that weird?" I asked and he shrugged. 

"I don't really get bloody noses but stranger things have happened babe. It's nothing to worry about." He told me, his nose still dripping into the sink. 

I knew right away that something felt off, but I was always squeamish around blood. I just thought it was my anxiety making every normal situation seem life threatening. My fears were solidified when the headaches came. 

We were sitting against the headboard, scrolling through our phones like we always do before bed. The room was dimly lit and eerily quiet, like it always was. Nothing was out of the ordinary, not until Matt started rubbing at his temples. He rested his head back against the headboard, with his eyes squeezed shut. 

"Matt are you okay?" I ask, sitting forward and scooting towards him. 

"Headache." He groaned, laying back on the bed. I immediately jumped off the bed and raced to the kitchen, dampening a towel with cold water. I brought it back to Matt, who had shut off the lights in our room. I carefully navigated the dark until I was knelt next to him. I folded the towel before placing it over his eyes. I stood and moved into the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for Advil when I heard Matt coughing loudly. 

"Matt?" I asked, turning back to our room. I flicked on the light, seeing his nose pouring blood. He must have chocked on it because he was lying down. He immediately pressed the cold towel to his nose. He sat up, with sweat dripping down the side of his face. 

"I'm going to call the doctor in the morning, to make you an appointment." I inform him quietly, but he shook his head. 

"No babe, I'm fine." He protested and I rolled my eyes.

"Matt you are now getting nose bleed inducing migraines. That is not normal. You're going to the doctor. He opened his mouth to protest again but I spoke before he could.

"If you don't want to do it for you, then do it for me." I pleaded and when Matt looked up at me, he let out a deep sigh. 

"Using the puppy dog eyes is not fair. But fine. Call them in the morning." He said, and I smiled, feeling overjoyed that he actually agreed to go. 

We went to the doctors the next day, and nothing in my mind could prepare me for what he was going to say. 

"Sit still, you're fidgeting." I scolded as Matt shifted uncomfortably on the chair, looking around the room. 

"I hate going to the doctors." He mumbles and I laugh. 

"I know." I tell him just before the doctor comes in, smiling. 

"Good morning Mr. Espinosa! What seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked, receiving the documents from the nurse, who had taken Matt's temperature and written down his overall symptoms. 

"I've been getting bloody noses a lot more than normal. And they're like really heavy. I get migraines too, they usually trigger a bloody nose." Matt explains and the doctor nods, beginning to talk to Matt about the possible reasons. Pressure in the head, stress, lack of sleep, etc. 

"I'd like to take a scan of your brain to check that everything is as it should be." The doctor smiles, escorting me and Matt to a room with a cat-scan machine. After Matt has been prepped and laid down on the machine, the device beginning to spin around his head. A picture of Matt's brain shows up on the monitor the doctor and I are looking at. In the center of his brain is a big white lump. 

"W-What is that?" I ask through a strained voice. The doctor's expression falters for a moment, looking over at me. 

"That would be a tumor." 

The next few days were hard. I cried when he said those words, and Matt was speechless. It's like he was in shock. Neither of us could understand how Matt had a tumor growing in the center of his brain, I didn't want to except that it was real. I knew Matt was scared, hell I was scared too. The only solution of course was to get it surgically removed and to check if it was cancerous. Although it most likely was. It's common for non cancerous tumors to grow elsewhere in the body, but less common for a tumor found in the brain to be cancer free. 

"Okay Matt, we need to prep you for surgery." The nurse said, smiling at us. Matt weakly nodded, looking over to me. He took my hand and I stood with tears in my eyes. 

"You better come back okay? You're not allowed to die on the table." I cried, as his arms wound around my waist. He held me tightly to him, his body trembling. 

"I will. I'll always come back to you." He whispered, and I ran my fingers through his hair. 

"I love you." I said as the nurse began wheeling him out of the room. 

"I love you too." He said, trying to smile at me. I couldn't bring myself to smile back. 

I waited for hours, brain surgery lasted a long time. In that time many of Matt's friends came and went. Cameron, Kian and Jc, Nash, but none of them stayed the whole time. They just came and sat with me for a while, reassuring me that Matt was strong and that he would pull through. But they didn't understand, next to open heart surgery, brain surgery was one of the most dangerous operations. When the doctor finally returned, almost 15 hours later, I already knew what he was going to say. It was written on his face. 

"Y/N?" The doctor said, moving to stand in front of me. I immediately pushed up from my chair, Matt's mom following me. She had arrived a few hours earlier. 

"I'm sorry, but Matt didn't make it. We lost him on the table." The doctor began, continuing to speak but I stopped listening. I sunk back into my chair, feeling as though the color had just drained from my eyes. I felt my chest tighten as I screamed, sobbing loudly. There was no way this was happening. There was no way I just lost him. I couldn't believe it, I didn't want to. I pulled Matt's hoodie, that I was wearing, closer to my body. I didn't lose him. He said he would always come back to me. 

Matt never came back, it was a dangerous operation. I felt the wind whip my hair as I knelt in front of a gravestone. Matt's gravestone. He was gone and he wasn't coming back this time. 

"Love you babe."