𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | f.w.

«Heart Transplant»

finn

Finn walked into the L/N's household, a small box in his hand. He smiled, nodding to Mr. L/N as he was greeted.
"She's in her room." He had told him, the forced smile on his face gave Finn a strange feeling.

The curls on the boy's head bounced as he skipped up the staircase, his hand keeping a strong grip on the box. He turned to the side quicker than what was thought to be possible.

You'd think he had snapped his neck.

Quiet sobs could be heard coming from the girl's room. Finn gulped as he let his hand fall behind him, pushing the cracked door open with his free hand.

His heart broke at the sight.

His girlfriend was sobbing alone on her bed.

He quickly rushed over to her, engulfing her in a gentle embrace. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, rubbing circles on her back to calm her down. He ended up dropping the box - of course, what item was more important to him than his girlfriend? - his other hand was put to use, his fingers tangled up in her hair as he held her head with oh so much care.

Yet, the girl didn't calm down.

The sobs were only getting louder, gaining the attention of her already shaken up parents.

Of course, they let her be, trusting of the ways her boyfriend would calm her down.

"What's wrong, baby?" Finn's voice soothed her ears, Y/N turned to meet his eyes as she sniffed.

She shook her head, and he pulled her chin up so she could face him.

"Y/N?" He spoke once more, cracking from the horrible feeling in his chest.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke.
"I'm scared."

"Of what, baby?" Finn bit his lip, trying not to let himself fall down a hole of sadness. He hated seeing her like this.

"I'm sick. The doctor appointment I had this morning didn't go so well." She admitted, her voice cracking several times, making Finn's heart break a little more each time.

"What's wrong? Cancer? I though you said it didn't run in the fa-"

"No, Finn." She cut him off, wiping her eyes as she took in a deep breath. "I need a heart transplant. I'm going to need to rely on a machine until they can find a donor.."

Finn hugged her even tighter.

If her heart wasn't the death of her, it'd be because she was suffocated by her boyfriend.

"Oh my god, Y/N.." He muttered, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. He too slowly started to sob as he held her close to him.

The two of them cried together in Y/N's bed, holding onto each other as if they would die if they let go.

Eventually, the couple fell asleep crying, the tears drying on their cheeks. Both comfortably warm, Finn snuck out the next morning - caught by Mrs. L/N, who was making breakfast, of course - without waking up Y/N.

•••

"What if she doesn't find a donor?"

The two Wolfhard boys were quarreling in their kitchen.

Nick, who was simply trying to make some comforting cookies for his brother, began to get agitated with Finn's negativity.

"Finn, it's gonna be okay. You just have to hope, okay?"

"What if I did it?"