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Chapter 4

(Jemma's POV)

After an hour, we were starting to give up. "Just one more, Dan. I actually think this one will work." Nancy says and Dan glares at her. "I'm sick of fucking throwing up." He growls and I squeeze his hand a bit and he calms down. "Fine. One more but that's it Nancy." He says and she smiles victoriously. "Bitch." He mumble and Nancy chuckles. "How sweet." She says sticking a needle in him and he winces.

"Okay wait for five minutes so it can kick in and I'll be back with some crisps." She says and he groans. "Can I please have something else?" He asks and she shrugs and walks out. "If this one works, we'll go and have some lunch. I could only imagine the last time you had a full meal." I say and Dan looks at me. "Almost two months. Drinking those disgusting smoothies don't count." He says. "Liquids are the only thing that don't make me throw up, as long as I drink them slowly. And as long as they're not caffeinated, and don't have sugar, But apparently I 'can't live off them forever because I need real food to actually live I guess because even those smoothies make me throw up 79% of the time." He says and I frown.

Nancy comes back in and hands Dan a muffin and he sighs in relief. "Thanks, Satan." Dan says to Nancy, who simply playfully rolls her eyes. Dan eats half of the muffin and looks at me. "What?" I say confused. "Do you feel sick?" Nancy asks and he shakes his head and chuckles a bit. "N-no, I don't at all." He says laughing a bit, and taking another bite. He actually finished the whole thing and looks at me, excitement clear on his face. "Jem I ate!" He says letting go of my hand and pulls me into a hug. I hug him back and frown. He felt so fragile.

It was like hugging a bag of bones. "Can I leave now?" He asks and Nancy nods. "You'll have to come back every Friday to get a shot though or else you won't be able to eat." She says and he nods, basically jumping up. "Okay, okay let's go get you that meal I promised you yeah?" I say and he nods happily. He looked happy but his eyes, they held so much more. Not one ounce of excitement ran through them. They didn't shine. He looked as though he was already dead. It was scary. I was already so attached, and I knew that I screwed myself over. When's he's gone, I'm gonna be torn. Yet as I sit here, watching him smile, it was all worth it to me, it would be. I know.

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We once again, arrived at the café. It was like our thing to go there I guess. "So what're you gonna get?" I ask as we sit in a booth and he shrugs. "I'm not sure.. to be honest I kinda want chicken strips right now. I'm 5 didn't you know?" He asks and I fake gasp. "I'll have you know you're never too old to eat chicken strips what even." I say and he gives me a lopsided grin.

"True, after all it is just, chicken." He says and I nod. "I wonder if I still like it. I don't remember how it tastes." He says and I frown. That's so sad. I don't say anything about though, as the waitress approaches us with a big smile. "Hi my name's Chelsea, what can I get for you today?" She says cheerfully. "I'll uh have a tea with a small bowl of chocolate ice cream." I say and she smiles while writing it down and turns to Dan.

"I shall also obtain some tea, with some chicken fingers." He says and she giggles at his silliness and wrote it down. I notice the shining ring on her finger and smile. I wonder who the lucky person is. She's like a ray of sunshine. Cheerful and happy. Not to mention she was beautiful. I envied her. She was everything I wasn't. She walked away once she finished writing and I sigh and I tap my fingers on the table. "What's wrong?" Dan asks and I shrug.

"I dunno. I just, sometimes I wished I was beautiful. Like I know I'm alright looking but not beautiful." I say not looking up and Dan scoffs causing me to look up at him, confused. "You are beautiful, Jemma. In fact you're more than beautiful and if you can't see that than maybe you need to go get your eyes checked." He says, with a totally straight face and the compliment made me blush. "I.." I didn't know what to say to that. I really didn't recieve compliments much. "Uh.. thank you?" I say awkwardly and he chuckles. "Dont let other people make you feel bad about yourself, Jemma. I'm an honest person and I can tell you right now, you're an attractive human being." He says and I smile. No one's ever told me that.

"Thank you.. so much." I say softly. "No ones ever told you that?" He asks and I shake my head no. "A lot of people need glasses then, damn." He jokes and I giggle. After about 10 minutes our food got here, and we ate, mostly in silence. I couldn't help but smile at how happy he looked. Once he finished his plate, he looks at me and I could notice how his eyes were shining. He seemed so proud of himself and that made my heart melt. "You know, that was one of the things on my bucketlist." He states, causing me to look up from my almost empty bowl of ice cream.

"W-what?" I say, my spoon still in my mouth. "Yeah.. there are 11 things on it. Eating a full meal was one of them. Since I never thought I'd ever have one again." He says and I smile. "Dan that's amazing. What else is on your bucketlist?" I ask, hoping to get an answer out of him. After all, that didn't work well the first time. He claimed they were all "stupid" which I doubt they are. "I don't know.." He says, looking unsure. "C'mon, I won't make fun of you. I never would." I say, and he looks at me.

"Another time. Just not right now. I don't wanna talk about anything relating to me dying. Let's be positive yeah?" He says, and although I could tell the smile on his face was still forced,  each day that went by it seemed to get realer and realer.