Who Needs A Prince Anyways?

I'm Going To Fight

I went back into Dean's room, crying. I told him what the nurse told me, but he was surprisingly calm. "Don't worry, Jylian. I'm going to fight. This most definitely won't be the end of me." That soothed me, and I felt a bit better. I still wanted to know what happened that night. "Dean? What did happen with Addison? Why did you cheat, if you care about me?" Dean sighed. "Truth be told, it was my fault. The next day I was supposed to know if I got into the new movie Lucy. I really wanted it, so I spent the whole day drinking. I went through probably two bottles of whiskey on my own. I was so drunk. I was at the bat, and Addison showed up and insisted on taking me home. When she did, she laid me down on the couch, and "accidentally" fell on top of me. By that time I was so drunk I was ready for anything. So I started making out with her. And then... well, you know the rest." He looked genuinely hurt. "Wow." I breathed. My mind wasn't functioning right with this new information. "Dean I'm so sorry. I should have let you explain." He immediately dismissed that. "I cheated on you, you have no reason to be sorry. I'm the sorry one. I love you, Jylian. And you are the reason I'm fighting, not Addison." I hugged him. "I love you too, Dean." We spent the whole day together. Then a day transitioned into a week. Then a week and a half. Dean and I were discussing our future when the same nurse that told us Dean was going to die came in. She gave him his daily medicine. "Is Dean going to be ok?" She sighed. I've already told you, he had two weeks. He's down to his last three days." She left the room, shaking her head. Dean looked at me with confidence. "I'm not going to die, darling. I will live for you and get out of this. We will grow old together, have children, and travel the world. I promise." For the next three days, I would not leave his side. I stayed all night, and slept on the couch in his room. Finally, the last day came. His end of two weeks. I sat there the whole day, holding his hand. I prayed, prayed, and prayed to God to keep Dean alive. The night slowly came, and I was awake the entire time. Nurses were there a lot of the day. And then, I woke up the next day. I ran over to Dean. "Darling, what's wrong?" Dean was ALIVE. He made it. He was ok."Dean, you made it through two weeks!! You are ok!!" I exclaimed, tears streaming down my cheeks. He fought it!! The love of my life was alive.