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It's Gonna Be Fine {Chadwick Boseman}

"What do you mean, there's nothing you can do?" you asked. "I don't need you telling me that."

"But ma'am—" the doctor in front of you tried saying, only to be cut off.

"Tell me everything is going to be okay. Tell me that the cancer is gone. Tell me that a cure for it has just been discovered. Don't tell me that there is nothing you can do! This is my husband we're talking about, the father of my children and you're just telling me that I'm supposed to sit back and wait for him to die?!"

"I understand that you're upset, ma'am—"

"No, you don't! You don't understand at all! So don't sit there and tell me you do. What were we paying you for? Was all that money just a waste? You know what? Don't answer that. I'm done here."

And with that, you walked out of the room where you saw Chadwick waiting for you.

"What did he say?" he asked.

"Exactly what you told me," you answered. "There's nothing we can do. It's inevitable. You have a few months at the most."

"I know," he said.

"Then why are you so okay with it?" you asked. "Why aren't you angry? Or sad? Or anything other than at peace with it? You're gonna die, Chadwick. You're gonna leave me, Amaara, CJ and Myla alone."

"I know," he nodded.

"Stop saying that!" you yelled. "Stop being so fine with this!"

"I'm not fine with this, Y/N," Chadwick told you. "I'm heartbroken. I'm angry. I'm sad but complaining about it isn't going to make the cancer go away. I have limited time with you guys and I want to make the most of it."

You started sobbing and Chadwick took you into his arms and held you tightly. You held him back just as tightly, scared that if you let go, he'd disappear.

"How am I supposed to go on without you?" you asked.

"You'll still have our beautiful children. Some days are gonna be harder than others and you're going to feel like giving up but they will help you get through it. And I'll always be watching over you guys. I'll always be there. When it happens, I don't want you guys to be sad; I'll be in a better place."

You didn't respond, you just carried on crying on your husband's chest, not wanting to let him go.