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During the night Ambrose had another coughing fit causing another unfixable problem in his lungs. Every cough that escaped his throat drew blood. His skin was now as pale as the white walls that surrounded him.
Stefan knocked on the door softly holding flowers in his hands. Ambrose chuckled lightly as Stefan pulled a chair up close to him. "I hate cliches." Ambrose teased taking the flowers and running a hand over the petals, he never got to see them anymore. "At this point it's cliche to say you hate cliches." Stefan smiled as Ambrose laughed softly. "Be honest with me, how bad is it?" Stefan whispered lacing his fingers with Ambrose's. "I-" Brody stopped his voice cracking. He took a sharp breath through his nose as he tried his best to stop tears from falling. "I don't want to go Stefan." He cried squeezing the boy's hand. "I don't want to go." Ambrose cried as Stefan's heart broke. "I don't want you to go either." Stefan whispered running a hand through the boy's hair trying to calm him down. Stefan kissed his temple longingly holding tight to his hand. "I love you. I don't want you to go." The sentence only made Ambrose cry harder, along with tears rolling down Stefan's face. "Please don't leave." Ambrose whispered leaning into Stefan's touch. "I won't. I promise." Ambrose took a shaky breath calming himself down. He pushed himself to the right side of the hospital bed pulling Stefan in beside him. "I love you too." Ambrose whispered quietly resting his head on Stefan's shoulder.
The two fell asleep like that together, and somehow Ambrose forgot he was in the hospital. For once he felt at home.
