Falsettos Oneshots

Pills//Homosexuals

I heard that back in the day, they completely doped hpv positives up with meds, and that's what inspired this one lmao

I'm so done with pills. If you had to take twenty a day, maybe you'd be done with them as well. It's practically torture, waking up and the first thing you see is some nurse shoving pills in your face. "Take your pills, Whizzer!" She'd say in a cheery voice, handing you each pill one by one and watching as you attempt to drown the bitterness of them with water.

Today is different, though, because the first thing I wake up to is Marvin's sleeping face, so much better than pills. Thankfully, Charlotte had convinced the nurses to let him stay the night. I smile, snuggling into his shoulder. Maybe the nurses will see that I'm with my boyfriend and come back later. Much to my dismay, not even five minutes is able to pass before the nurse taps me. I sigh, rolling over to face her.

"Time to take your pills!" She squeaks, handing me a pill. I look at it for a couple of seconds, then down at Marvin. It's like a switch in my head flipped. I break into loud sobs, curling up into a ball and shaking my head.

"Whizzer, what's wrong?" Shit, I woke up Marvin. He wraps his arms around me, and I continue sobbing, rubbing my eyes every chance I get. These stupid pills made me realize how much I miss being able to live normally. Able to sit on the couch, and get up by myself, and eat by myself, and  fuck do I miss fucking. I miss playing racquetball with Marvin, going on walks with Marvin, taking Marvin out to dinner. I miss being able to sit around our house doing nothing in particular. I miss life.

"I don't want to take the goddamn pills!" I shout, and I can feel my entire body shaking. Marvin sits up next to me, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I practically collapse into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Whizzer," He mumbles, running his hand through my hair. "Please take the pills."

"I can't. I can't."

"I know that it's awful, Whiz. Take em for me?" He lifts my chin, and I look up into his eyes. He wipes my tears away with his thumb, smiling softly, and I laugh giddily through my sobs. I exhale, popping the first pill and dry-swallowing it. Marvin hands me the bottle of water from the small table next to my bed. The nurse hands me my next pill. Still looking into Marvin's eyes, I pop it, taking a sip of water. The next ten minutes go the same way. The nurse hands me pills and I swallow them one by one. Once I finish, I flop back down onto the bed, bringing Marvin down with me. He smiles at me.

"The stupid pills aren't going to do anything. I'm not going to stop dying from taking all of those." I mumble, biting my lip. Marvin doesn't respond. "I'm staying with you after I die, Marv. I'm not going to leave you." I smile softly, and he sits up.

"Yeah, okay."

"Say that when I do the impossible, bitch. Whizzer the ghost isn't gonna protect you if you don't believe in him."

"You know that I don't believe in that crap." Marvin says.

"Well, you better start. I'll figure it out."

"You're just doped up on meds, Whiz."

"Who cares? I'm just telling you the truth." I grin up at him, holding my arms out. "Come back, baby." He blushes, laying down next to me. "I'm sorry that I'm dying."

"Why are you sorry?" He asks. I grab his hand.

"Because we can't be happy together anymore. We were finally happy, and now..." Quickly, I stop talking. Why am I acting like this? Why can't I stop this shit from coming out of my mouth? Marvin looks at me softly, but doesn't respond, just holds onto me tighter. I yawn, shutting my eyes.

"I love you." He says, and I smile in response.