•Bittersweet (Ryan Sitkowski)• COMPLETED

Baby, I Won't Let You Bleed Out { 28 }

Jessica

"Where you ever planning on telling us about your sickness?" Ryan asks me as we lay in my bed. His fingers trace gentle patterns on my stomach, attempting to distract me from the pain in my chest. I sigh and look at the ceiling.

"To be honest, I probably wasn't going to. The doctor told that if I took the pills and started treatment as soon as we could get it schedule then maybe I could beat it. But, Ryan..." Tears fill my eyes. "The chances of me surging this are low. Like really low. My immune system is compromised and combined with the weather here, it's not looking to well for me. I don't want to die." I bury my face into his chest.

Carefully, he rubs my lower back. "You won't die. I know you won't. Hell, if you managed to survive high school -after everything- then you can survive anything. Besides who else is going paint Ricky's cat's nails rainbow colors and make it smell like cotton candy?"

I chuckle weakly. "You heard about that, huh?"

He grins his shady grin of his. "Yes, I did. For days actually. He wouldn't stop being a little bitch about actually."

I snort in laughter before covering my face in embarrassment. I didn't mean to do that.

"Hey," Ryan laughs. "Don't hide. Thy was cute." He attempts to pry me from him but I whine and just snuggle closer.

"Stooooopp. You're warm," I attempt to explain. I could practically tell Ryan was rolling his eyes without having to even look up at his face.

"When are we going to tell the others about us?" Ryan hums. I play with the sleeve of his shirt.

"When they get home, I guess. I think Ricky and Alex will be pretty excepting." I answer honestly

"You don't think Ricky will be jealous? Considering how you two dated and how close you guys are?" His worry radiates off of him.

"Nah. Ricky and I are just better off as friends. Besides, I'm pretty for sure he's talking to that sweet Levit girl. I think her name is Jamie? She was the blondish, brown haired girl who brought Ricky and Alex coffee to the hospital one day."

"Oooh. That's her? Seems fitting. She's shy. He's shy. They would go good together. That's good. I don't have to worry about any competition between any guys."

"Nope. The only guys in my life are Dexter and Chandler Riggs because let's admit it, season 6 Carl Grimes is one hot mother fucker."

Ryan gives me a look. "So I have to fight over you between a cat and a guy from a zombie show?"

"Umhm," I nod. "If you want me, then you got to fight to the death for me."

He gives me a dead glare. "You would kill me if I kill the cat. You would brutally murder me if I even put the cat outside."

I shrug. "Your problem. Not mine," I smile and kiss him quickly."

"Whatever. You never did tell me. How did you and Ricky break up after all? You said that you guys did before the wreck happened." Ryan thoughtfully says. I sigh.

"We only dated for a couple days before we broke up. It was just way too awkward for the both of us." I tell him.

"Really?" Ryan looks down at me on his chest. "It seemed you guys were together for longer. I mean, I though you were all the way up until you told me you weren't."

"Yeah. We actually got together that night you cornered me in my room and accused me of having a crush on you when I didn't." I glare at him playfully. "But when we were together and told you and Alex, you seemed to back off so that's why even after Ricky and I broke up, we acted like we were together. That and for Alex. Even though you still came after me."

He smiles. "I couldn't resist that sweet ass."

I snort at his cockiness. "I burnt my hand because of you, you ass."

"Whatever you say," Ryan smirks.

I fake laugh at him before rolling my eyes yet again. Laying my head down on his chest, I try to hide my grimace in his shirt.

"What's wrong?" He asks, concern lacing his voice.

"It hurts," I whisper, tears beading my already red eyes.

"Your leg? Wrist?"

"My lungs," I whimper at a shot of pain.

He frowns. "I'm sorry, baby."

"It's fine. You can't do anyth--" I start coughing. Hard.
Sitting up, I tap at my chest as the coughing gets worse and worse. The tears stream down my face as I move to the side of the bed. Standing up, I try to hop on my good leg. Ryan hurries over to my side and helps me to the bathroom. Just in time as well. The moment I get in front of the toilet, I start vomiting up blood.

It keeps coming and coming. Ryan just stands behind me, holding my hair back and rubbing my back.
"Ryan," I cry out. "I'm scared."

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. I won't let you die. I promise. I finally have you. I won't let you go now."