Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

I Love You // Grayson Dolan

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3 times a day. Y/N had never missed a day where she told me she loved me. She would say it at any time of day, just a random I love you. That morning, she had a really bad cough and she convinced me that it was nothing,

"Grayson, really. It's just a normal cough." She smiled and started up with another coughing fit. She took a deep breath in between coughing fits and went into the kitchen. I followed her,

"Babe, are you sure it's nothing serious?" She nodded, sitting down,

"Can you get me a bottle of water?" I grabbed one from the fridge and cracked it open, handing it to her. She took a long drink from it and put it on the counter. A quick look of pain flashed across her face before she put her hand on her chest. She disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door. I knocked,

"Y/N? What's wrong?" She yelled through the door,

"It's nothing!" She walked out a second later and kissed me,

"I love you. So, so much." I wrapped my arms around her,

"I love you too." She squeezed me a little tighter. I kissed the top of her head,

"You wanna go out for breakfast?" She looked up and smiled,

"I'd like that."

~Breakfast~

Y/N refused to touch her food and kept her hand on her chest the whole time. I finally asked her about it,

"Y/N, are you okay?" She took a sharp breath in,

"Grayson, I love you. So, so much. Just know that." She looked like she was struggling. I put my fork down,

"Babe, I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you sure you're completely fine?" She met my eyes and they filled with tears,

"I'm not okay. I-" She gripped her chest like it hurt. She cleared her throat and tried to remain calm,

"C-Can you take- Oh God, Grayson, we need to go to the hospital. Right now."

~Hospital Waiting Room~

Minutes starting feeling like hours until they really became hours. Y/N hadn't shown up and neither had a nurse. I didn't expect anyone to give me any information within minutes, but it felt like forever since I'd sat in the waiting room. I heard my name called and a nurse escorted me into a private office,

"You can have a seat and someone will be in to speak with you shortly." I hesitated,

"What about my girlfriend? Is she okay?" Her look gave me the chills,

"Someone will be with you shortly." She shut the door. I sat in a chair and my leg started shaking. A business casual clad woman walked in and sat behind the desk,

"You must be Grayson Dolan." She stuck her hand out. I shook it,

"Yeah. Not to be aggressive or anything, but why am I even here? My girlfriend's in Emergency Surgery and I wanna know how she's doing." The woman nodded and shuffled some papers,

"That's why you're here. I'm an unofficial Grieve Counselor. Strictly for hospitals when a patient- for, uhm, when a patient passes." My body grew warm,

"How? What happened?" My chest felt tight. The Grieve Counselor sighed,

"Here is my card. My name and personal contact is on there, as well as the name and number of a reference counselor. All the files have already been transferred and I suggest you go to her as soon as possible."

~Official Grieve Counselor's Office~

"I'd like to know what happened to my girlfriend. Right now, please." I leaned back against the chair I was sitting in. The Grieve Counselor adjusted her glasses,

"I guess we're gonna get straight to the point." She opened a folder,

"Y/N Y/L/N. Deceased. Long term Congestive Heart Failure that was caught too late. The doctors couldn't do anything because, by the time they found out, the blood flowing wasn't enough to sustain her for much longer and there was barely oxygen to keep her alive." Tears flowed down my cheeks,

"So they just let her die?!" The Grieve Counselor stuttered,

"Sir, it was already too-" I scoffed,

"Late?! So, they did just let her die?!" I took a heavy breath,

"You know what? Fuck this." I stood. The Grieve Counselor did the same,

"Sir, I believe that what you need right now is to grieve in a safe space. Talk it out with someone. I'm here for that. It's my job." I clenched my jaw,

"Exactly. It's your job. You don't get it. You don't understand the pain someone has to go through when they lose someone close to them. I love Y/N. She's my everything and now she's gone. Right from underneath me and that can't be taken back. All you get out of this is a sob story and my money. How do you think it makes grieving people feel when they get a fat bill after a session with you?" The Counselor scrambled around her desk,

"They gave me something from her personal belongings and they said that it was for her boyfriend." She placed Y/N's phone at the end of her desk and just looked at me, motioning to the chair. I sat down and the Counselor hit play,

"Hey Grayson, I'm assuming you know who's talking but, it's Y/N. I just wanted to say that, uhm, I found out I have a heart condition that may or may not kill me. If it does, and this is my last I love you, Grayson- it's worth it. I love you so much, more than you're ever going to know." She started to cry in the video,

"And this, you know, Death, has made me realize that even more. Grayson, I have to go and, if I never see you again- I love you."

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