Lies || Taehyung X Reader [COMPLETE]

19. Stage

TAEHYUNG's POV

It has almost been a year since I found out I have cancer. Within 7 months after the doctor said I was at my third stage, the cancer cells spread to my whole body.

I'm at my last stage of cancer and (y/n) hasn't woken up yet. I grew angrier by the minute, yelling at the doctor for doing nothing at all.

They told me numerous times that they'd do everything they could. It doesn't seem like they're doing anything at all! So freaking annoying!

As for (y/n) she's in the same position since she got here, I don't see her though. Jimin and Jungkook come to tell me every other day.

I continue lying here, more medical lines attached to me. My lungs making me suffer and I look pale from loosing blood almost everyday.

When my birthday came, I was greeted with shots and more medicine that was suppose to make me feel a lot better, but it wasn't.

The boys brought me cake, but the doctor said I couldn't have any. They didn't eat it either. I felt bad knowing, they were trying their best to make me feel happy, but I really couldn't.

They also brought me gifts, but only felt useless to me knowing I was going to die soon. I thanked them with a weak smile but soon dropped.

Soon enough, the door to my room opened again, a hospital bed was being dragged next to mine. I smiled seeing (y/n) lying there, beside me.

The boys came in soon after with a pitiful smile on their face looking at me. I only looked at them kind of questioning why.

"Taehyung, I hope you're happy. We forced the doctor in agreeing to bring her in here." Jin's voice low, hoping for a little ray of sun to come.

"You know we love you right? Please be happy..." Yoongi said not expecting anything in return. I only smiled at the guys hoping they'd lighten up.

I don't understand what the point is in being happy anymore. I might die soon and thats something I shouldn't be happy about.
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A few days past and even more medicine was given and more blood was taken, I became weaker by the minute.

Blood clots increasing in my lungs. Blood spilling every where. You can say, cancer freaking hurts so much that you think you'll die now.

I did. After the doctor had given me my medicine, breathing became heavier. And my heart stopped beating.

The only things you could hear, was the heart monitors long beep, telling everyone my heart stopped.

I never got to see (y/n) alive again. The only thing keeping me from smiling was seeing her on a hospital bed, body lifeless.

Her smile being the only thing I miss. Her hand being the only thing I want to touch. Her lips being the only pair I want to kiss.

The doctor tried to save me, about two times. But my heart didn't respond. The boys inside the room, watching everything, and secretly crying.

"June 13, 2018, 12:30pm." The doctor said sadly, the nurses immediately covering me with a white cloth.

This was my stage. The stage where I die, obviously. The stage where I loose everything I've ever loved, leaving them for something probably better, but nothing is better that 'her'.
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