Sick ( A Randy Fanficton)

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    Ryes p.o.v 

      I grabbed his hand cold as ice and lifeless as the deer my dad shot every winter. he looked up at me with tears in his eyes and sighed with a tremble to it. He looked at me silently asking to help somehow and i couldn't. I couldn't  save him from the pain he was feeling. The least i could do is try to understand how he was feeling but the fact is, is that i can't.                                                                    Andy lost his mom a week ago. She had been suffering for two years with cancer, and had been admitted into the hospital a month ago. Andy had watched her take her last breath and slip away from the real world. 

Andys p.o.v

    I walked into the hospital the usual smell of latex and sterile needles lingering in the air. It was a Tuesday morning. The air was crisp and the sun was shining and i had brought the usual bouquet of sunflowers for my mom. She loved them because they made her feel happy and bright. I also had the usual McFlurry from McDonald's.  She wasn't supposed to have that type of food, she was supposed to limit her sugars but she had always said " i'm going to die anyway so i'm gonna eat whatever the fuck i want." I admired that about her. The fact she wasn't afraid of death, she accepted that it was part of life, and she just lived her life. she didn't put in zero effort but she didn't do extraordinary things. she didn't want to die being looked down upon but she didn't want to be looked at as someone who did extra. she just wanted to die a normal person. I came in every Tuesday morning. It was routine. I could walk into her room and see her looking out her window always with a smile on her face from seeing the big lake. It was funny though...it never smelled like hospital in her room, it always smelled of coconuts and honey. I came upon her room and saw rye sitting outside. This wasn't unusual he came whenever he could, the past three weeks he has been here on Tuesdays. I greeted him with a smile and he looked up at me with his tear stricken face. "Andy, shes not going to make it more than tomorrow" i gulped the tears away. i knew it was going to happen, even though every Tuesday was the same she wasn't. As each week went by i saw more color drain from her face, i saw her struggle more to move, i saw her deteriorate. I turned and opened her room door, she turned her head from the window to me and i was greeted with that same loving smile. I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand. "Rye told you..." she said looking down and slightly disappointed. I just nodded in response. She moved her hand to cup my cheek and i leaned my face into her palm. she smiled and spoke "I love you more than you know, i am so unbelievably proud of what you have done with your life and who you have become. I know my passing isn't going to be convenient but promise me you wont grieve for too long" she says. I smile at her frankness of death." i promise" i say with a breathy laugh. "Honey, i need you to know that im not in pain and it will probably happen as i fall asleep. there is no reason to grieve at all, but i know you will" she says. "mom, i- i think im gonna be okay." i say honestly. With the boys and the music i will be okay. "im glad to hear that she says. "i know you brought me the McFlurry but can you go get me a smoothie from the cafeteria?" she asks. "of course" i reply and get up and step out of the room. Rye stands up when he sees me. " how you holdin up?" he asks and walk with me to the cafeteria. " i think im gonna be okay" i say looking down with a smile. 

Rye P.O.V

     he says he going to be okay and maybe he will but i don't really know. I look at him and he looks sure of himself. I appreciate everything about him, he so beautiful. He is gorgeous actually. I've loved him for so long. Randy is real for the fans but off camera i think it's one sided we get to the cafeteria and he gets two strawberry banana smoothies and three cinnabuns. He hands me a cinnabun as we walk back. I finish it before we get back into her room and she is asleep. My heart skips a little bit as i see her eyes are closed and i stop in my tracks to see if her chest rises and falls. i see it rise and i know shes still alive. i know Andy was looking for the same thing because i notice hes frozen. I put a hand on his shoulder and he looks at me. His blue eyes meeting mine and gives me a weak smile. he puts down the smoothies and cinnabuns on a table next to the bed. He sits down in the chair and stares at the heart monitor watching the spikes. Then all of a sudden it goes flat. He looks to see that her chest isn't moving anymore. He looks at me in a panic not knowing what to do. "NURSE!!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Soon three females and two guys walk into the room and me and Andy start getting rushed out of the room. Soon we are standing in the hallway and Andy is in my arms just shaking. I want to do so much more for him but all i can do is hold him. His tiny hands are pressed against my chest and his breath heating one spot on my shirt. I get him to sit down next to me in a chair and hes holding onto my hand for dear life, like if he were to let go he would be ripped away from the world. Soon all the females and one guy walk out of the room looked stressed, depressed, and like they failed. Andy raises his head and looks at me, i see a single tear roll down his cheek, i wipe it away with my thumb and go to put it back on my lap but he hold it there and closes his eyes and exhales a shaky breath. The second guy comes out and i assume he was in charge. he stand in front of me and Andy and says " im sorry, i-i couldn't revive her." Andy looks at him and speaks "i know you guys did everything you could, you kept her as comfortable as you could for so long and i appreciate that." The doctor and him shake hands and the doctor says "you have about ten minutes to say your goodbyes before we have to remove her from the room." Andy nodds and we walk into the room. He kisses his moms forehead and says goodbye.  I grabbed his hand cold as ice and lifeless as the deer my dad shot every winter. he looked up at me with tears in his eyes and sighed with a tremble to it. He looked at me silently asking to help somehow and i couldn't. I couldn't save him from the pain he was feeling. The least i could do is try to understand how he was feeling but the fact is, is that i can't.