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a new pandemic appears in the year 2027 that ages its' victim years in mere months, eventually killing them. when symere gets it, jordan drives himself insane making sure he's one of the few survivors while simultaneously making symere's dreams come true.

*(unedited)

"jordan."

jordan kept his eyes shut, hoping whatever symere was going to say was irrelevant enough to wait until daytime. it was three am and he was exhausted, waking up to his boyfriend shaking him.

"jordan, wake up, please."

the desperation and fear in the smaller boy's face made him sit straight up. "what is it?" he slurred, confused.

"look." on symere's wrist was a patch of wrinkly skin, contrasting with the smoothness of the rest of his arm.

"sy...sy, fuck!" jordan cursed, jumping up and gripping his dreads. symere grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"w...what do i do, jordan?" symere asked him quietly.

jordan sat down next to him, feeling helpless. there was nothing they could do. the disease progressed rapidly, aging the victim physically until their body was too weak to do much.

one of the worst things was the fact that the victim was still there mentally, fully aware they were dying but clueless on how to prevent it.

feeling sick, jordan pulled symere into a hug.

"we'll get through this, sy. we always do."

neither of them really slept again that night.

they went to symere's doctor the next day.

the man stared at them with a grim expression, talking about how the testing confirmed their fears. he told them how there had been new treatments offered recently that might help them. but eventually he said the phrase they dreaded most.

"there's really nothing we can do," dr. breaux told them, sighing. "there's some medication that will slow it down a bit, but otherwise-"

"please don't say it," symere begged, voice cracking. jordan took his now fully-wrinkled hand.

dr. breaux nodded. "well, there's a new stem cell treatment that might help him. it's very new, so we don't know its success rate yet, but we could try it. and if you're willing to be one of the first people to test it, it's free of cost."

jordan glanced at symere. "what do you think, baby?"

symere nodded. "even if it kills me, i'll die anyway. plus, it'll make sure no one else is hurt testing it."

jordan's throat tightened at the thought of symere dying from a failed experiment. he attempted to push the thought out of his mind and replace it with hopes that it would be successful.

"great! we'll start next monday." dr. breaux smiled, a rare occurrence.

"guess what, sy."

"hmm?" symere hummed, staring at his arm. the wrinkles were slowly spreading to his shoulder, and he refused to look away, even though he knew it was damaging his self esteem.

"i got you somethin'." jordan entered the room smiling, holding his phone. he thrust it into symere's hand.

"what is...hawaii?" symere asked in disbelief, staring at the hotel reservations in front of him. "i...how, jordan?"

"don't worry about that, i got a lil' money put aside, and i know some people that can get me great deals. so everything is alright. you just gotta start packing, 'kay? we leave the day after tomorrow."