CTFxC/ShayTards FanFiction

Trippy Triplets - Chapter 3

Hey guys! I'm reaaaalllllyyyy sorry about not updating, although this hiatus was 21 days long and my last one was like...five months. Anyways I am going to try really hard to be updating more *is yelled at because I've said this oh about five hundred times before and NOT DONE IT!* okay okay I know I'm not very good at updating in a timely manner. I really don't know how I have over 13k reads I honestly don't deserve them! Thank you guys SO much! Now onto the story!

[Charles' POV]
I turned on the camera. "Hey guys." I stated. "You may be wondering: why are you in the hospital, Charles? Basically...my cancer is back. I'm going to be doing a shit ton of chemo and radiation and hospital stuff and...
I told the CTFxC what was going on in the best way possible, if there is any best way to have a cancerous brain tumor, rambling quite a bit. I talked for as long as I could without breaking down and then gave the camera to Alli who explained things in a much better way than I did. After the video was up, the comments and tweets began to flood in. Mostly of support, but some were very hateful.
[Alli's POV]
A person came in and motioned for me to come in the hallway. "Hello, I am Mr. Green." He said. "Hi." I stated, deadpan. "I am the hospital chaplain." He said. I blinked. "As you know, your husband has a low chance of surviving," He began. "I don't want to talk about this." I snapped, heading back into the hospital room. "Mrs. Trippy," He called. "What?" I said, exasperated. "Just give me a minute, please." He asked. "Fine." I responded. "Have you thought about...separating?" He asked. "What? No!" I said, practically screaming. "If your husband passes away, it would certainly be easier if you two were less...emotionally attached." He said. "No." I stated. "Mrs. Trippy, I don't think you understand the scale of this problem. Your husband is dying..." I cut him off. "No he's not!" I exclaimed. "You realize he most likely won't survive this?" The chaplain said. "Yes he will." The chaplain looked at me. "Mrs. Trippy..." He began. I took a deep breath. "I love him," I began, "and he loves me. We will fight this illness, together."

And so we did.