Supernatural Imagines

Multiple Sclerosis (J2M)

While filming SPN, you start showing symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis and you don't tell anyone. As weeks go by, your condition gets worse. The boys notice something's wrong, but they don't question it until one day while shooting your legs go completely numb and Misha has to help you out

J2 are like brothers to you and Misha is basically your boyfriend, but not really. By the way, Multiple Sclerosis is a serious condition that I personally don't have, but I was curious about what exactly it was and I decided to write this. Oh, and if you or you know anyone who has these (or any other) symptoms in real life, please get some help. Or talk to someone you trust

(Written in first and third POV)

And C/N means character name, just fyi
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I don't exactly remember how it started, or when it started. All I remember is waking up one day feeling shaky. My legs were shaking a little whenever I walked to anywhere. I never thought anything of it. I simply thought I was dehydrated. But it didn't matter how much water I consumed, it didn't stop the shaking. It only made me need to use the bathroom more than usual. For about a week or two, it was the same. Then after a couple of weeks, the dizziness started. Every morning, I would wake up shaky, dizzy and a strong need to go to the bathroom. But again, I just thought it was some kind of flu. The week after that was when I realised something was wrong. I fell in my trailer. But I didn't trip over anything. My already shaky legs just gave out and I fell in the living area and I couldn't get back up until I hoisted myself back up, using the kitchen counter. I didn't want to let go of it in case I fell again. But then two days after that, it all stopped. I was walking normally and I felt fine. And just yesterday, I felt shaky again. And this time a lot worse than before.
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Y/n stands on her mark, facing Misha, who is in the scene with her. Beside her is a wooden table, with multiple weapons on it. All she needs to do is pick up the angel blade and throw it to Misha, who will catch it. Seems simple enough, right? Well, not when her limbs are shaking so much that she feels like they could just fall off at any moment. Misha gives her a small, out of character smile and she returns it. "Action!" The Director, Robert Singer shouts. Everything falls silent as Misha steps forward to deliver his line, following the script off the top of his head. "What are you doing?" He asks in his gruff voice. I sigh "I want to help, Cas. I can't just sit in here". "C/N, I told you not to leave that room. You deliberately went against my order" He replies. "What order? Cas, you can't keep locking me up when things go bad. Things go bad almost every day!" I argue. "It's for your own good! I made a promise, an oath! To protect you and I intend to keep my word. I cannot risk taking any chances" He sighs. I frown "Why not?". He pauses, hesitating before quietening his voice "Because I care about you too much to take the risk of you getting hurt. I... If you get hurt, or worse, it's on me. I won't let you get hurt, I won't... not while I'm still breathing".

Whilst he was speaking, y/n picked up the angel blade with her shaky hand. She grips the handle as tightly as she can and right as Misha opens his mouth to say his next line, her hand spasms. Therefore, dropping the fake blade on the floor of the set. Robert yells cut from the side
"Y/n, what happened?". She smiles a little awkwardly, shifting her weight on to one foot "Sorry! My hand slipped". Misha, ever the good sport, picks up the blade and puts it back on the table. "Alright, start from where we left off" Robert says, waiting for Misha to return to his mark before yelling action.

Twelve takes later

Once again, the blade falls out of my hand and lands on the ground with a thud. Robert sighs "Alright, cut! Guys, take a break". I walk off the set, leaving the blade on the ground but I can sense Misha following after me. "Y/n! Hey, wait up" He speaks up, standing in front of me. Which stops me in my tracks. I frown "What?". He sighs "Is everything okay? You haven't really been yourself recently". I nod "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I kept messing up. I... don't know what happened". He waves it off "Forget about the scene, y/n. I'm more concerned about you". I sigh "Well, don't be. I'm fine, seriously". He frowns before taking my hands in his, and he notices how much they are shaking. He furrows his eyebrows "Well, no wonder you couldn't pick up the blade". He rubs his thumb over my knuckles "Y/n, just so you know... if there is something wrong, you can always talk to me. Okay?". I nod slowly "Thanks, Misha". He sighs "Promise me". "Okay, I promise" I reply. I pull my hands away from him, then walk around him. And that's when I feel my legs stiffening. Like when I fell in my trailer. I still feel Misha watching me, so I rush into the nearest room. Which happened to be a storage room. Then my legs give out and I fall into a shelf, causing a lot of things to fall. No doubt alarming anyone who heard it. The door opens and Misha comes in "Y/n! What happened?". He kneels beside me. "Misha, leave me alone. Please" I manage to choke out. He doesn't say anything, but he sits on the floor beside me and puts his arm around me, pulling me closer. "You know that isn't going to happen" He replies quietly.