16 And A Dad🎲Brendon Urie

Sixteen

"Sarah, why aren't you ready yet?" I ask as she sat on the couch in her pajamas. 

"Why? Where are we going?"

"To a doctors appointment. Sweetie, get ready!"

"I have no doctor's appointment!" I sigh, just grabbing her coat.

"Come on, let's go."

"Okay, just I have nothing wrong with me!" She gets up and slowly gets up. I help her put her jacket on and she stares at the zipper.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I um- I don't know." She zips up her coat and we get in the car. "How is... How is, Laurie?"

"Good! She just moved into her house that she and Ronnie bought, so she is finally close to us!" Sarah smiles.

"Well, that's good!" She waited a second. "How is Lauren?"

"Sarah, I just told you, she's fine!"

"Oh..."

"Baby, this is why we are going to the doctor. I'm scared that there is something seriously wrong with you!"

"I'm fine... Where are we going?" I just sighed.

***

They did so many tests on Sarah. Then, the doctor came back in.

"Okay, Sarah. Can you answer a few simple questions for me?"

"Sure."

"What is your full name?"

"Sarah Elizabeth Urie, easy!" The doctor smiled.

"Okay, what is your Husband's full name?"

"Brendon Boyd Urie, again, easy!"

"And what about his daughter?"

"Lauren Grace Urie." She looked at me and smiled. "I'm good at this!" I smiled back.

"When was the last time you bathed?" Sarah's smile faded.

"I... I don't know."

"Okay... Brendon? When was the last time she bathed?"

"Two days ago." Sarah scoffed.

"No. We were at Laurie's wedding!" I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, that was two years ago."

"Oh..." The doctor sighed.

"Sarah, this is never easy," Oh no. "You have Dementia. And from the tests, it's pretty advanced."

"Is there any treatment?" I ask, now holding Sarah's hand?"

"Unfortunately, no. We just have to let nature run its course. I'm so sorry..." I look at Sarah, who is now crying. "From the looks of things, I don't want to scare you, but you should start planning everything. burial or cremation, wills, and funerals."

"How long does she have?" The doctor sighed.

"The longest? Two years." My head falls into my hand. 

***

Sitting at home, I look at Sarah. She's been staring out the window, just sobbing. She's scared and doesn't want me to see her.

"Sarah, please, just come cuddle..."

"What's the point, Bren? I'll just forget you in a year." I slowly tear up. "Just move on... I don't want to cause you any pain..."

"Sweetie, yes, this is and will cause me pain, but I will never move on from you. We've been married for far too long for me to just move on. Come here, let's get our cuddles in now, so for when you don't remember me, I'll still remember the good times." She looked over at me. "Baby, I love you..."

"I-I love y-you too..."