Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

What becomes of the broken hearted?

Warning: This is a LEGIT tear jerker right here.

So I suggest your grab your tissues, put on your water proof mascara, get you a good tub of your favorite ice cream, a blanket, maybe a mug of tea, and we're gonna get through this.

So let's roll.

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"Marshall Bruce Mathers III, the people have decided in the murder of Aaron Lindsdale,  you are guilty." The spokesperson of the jury concluded while people on the victim's side cheered.

"This crime is punishable by death, your sentence is the death penalty by lethal injection, this court is adjourned." The judge concluded.

And just like that, everything changed.

- 5 years later- 

Detroit City Prison Jackson

"Alright Mr. Mathers, time for your check up." You said entering the man's cell for the second time this week.

"Ah, Y/N, Didn't expect you back so soon." A rough reply from the shadows responded.

"Well, you've caught yourself a pretty nasty cold, just gotta make sure your doing well." You responded taking out your medical tools to do your check up.

"Why, I'm going to die anyway, why not let a cold take me out?" He bitterly laughed only for a unruly cough to take over which left him in a coughing fit.

"Mr. Mathers, if you were framed like you said you were then you should appeal." You suggested while taking out your stethoscope to listen to his lungs and heart.

His lungs were filled with mucus from what you could hear, making his breaths deep and labored. His heart beat sounded normal though so at least she knew there was no fluid or congestion going to his heart.

"Please like i'd get an appeal, i'm already content with my fate, i'm gonna die in here." He said through raspy coughs.

"Ssh, try not to strain your voice so much pneumonia isn't no joke and you will die quicker if you don't stop being so stubborn, here i'm going to give you some medicine to take as well as some water, do you need anymore blankets or tissues before I leave?" You asked checking your patient's eyes real quick to see they were normal as well, just tired looking from the illness.

"Yeah, a shovel to dig my self out of this hell hole." He bluntly replied.

"You know I can't do that.." You frowned.

"You know Mr. Mathers you and me are sort of similar." You said pouring his medicine into a small cup.

"Why you got framed for killing someone too?" He asked sarcastically with a piercing stare to match.

"No, but we're both fighting to live, both closer to death then we'd like to be." You admitted watching his eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Well you see I have a heart condition, and I really need a transplant, but hearts are kinda rare around here so I have a pacemaker in the mean time." You explained.

"That's deep." He said toneless.

"Yeah, well see your not the only one in trouble, anyway take this medication and i'll check up on you later." You directed while handing him the cup full of liquidy goo.

He shrugged, "Bottoms up." He said taking the cup of medicine like it was a shot of whiskey.

You handed him his water which he drank feverishly and you left knowing that medicine would probably put him to sleep for a while which would hopefully make his coughing seize.