Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

The following morning, I woke up to the sound of heaving over the side of the bed. This time she was violently ill. She gasped for air as her lungs tried to catch her breath. She whimpered and cried from the pain before she began to heave again. 

I was useless.

I couldn't do anything other than rub her back. This disease was taking everything out of her. Her ribs were defined under her skin as she had lost so much weight. "It's okay, Sarah. You're going to be okay." 

Closing my eyes, I tried to remember a better time. The moment I wanted something much more with her. 

The music blared through the speaker. The DJ scratched the track and the bass changed. She had sat next to Axel the entire night, her petite body swaying to the beat of the song, never batting an eye at me. She was cold, her chin held high as she ignored me. She was as beautiful as the first day I'd met her at Starbucks.

When she began to dance to the Spanish song, I couldn't resist. I stood, ignoring what Axel was saying, and walked right up to her.
"Dance with me." I extended my hand to her.

Her chocolate brown eyes locked with mine. She hesitated, gnawing on her lower lip for a few seconds before placing her hand in mine. Leading her to the center of the dance floor, I twirled her around and brought her close to me. Her lower back fit perfectly beneath my hand. I brought my cheek to the side of her head. Her toxic scent of lavender invaded my senses.

Pulling away, I looked down at her. "Hi."

"Hi." She smiled up at me.

I was fucking doomed. This girl was everything I wanted.

"You're back." I stated the obvious.

"I am." I noticed her chest rise and fall.

"Miss me?" A smile grew wide on my face.

"No." Her lips pouted. "Why, did you miss me?" Before I could answer yes, she asked, "Did you ask me to dance or to talk?"

I chuckled and pulled her flush against my body. "Show me what you got."

Sarah pushed herself up on the bed and sat back on her pillow. Her eyes were bloodshot and tearing. Her skin was blotchy with red marks around her neck and chest due to the force of her heaving.

"I'm okay." Her voice was hoarse.

I grabbed her hand firmly. "You're so strong, so brave, and each day I love you even more."

Sarah's hand cupped my cheek. Her thumb grazed against my prickled hair. "If I am strong, it's because I have you behind me." She coughed and swallowed back. "Every day you continue to push me. I want a life with you. I want our family, and that's why I'll fight."

Turning my face, I pressed my lips to the palm of her hand. 

She was my fighter. 

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IP chemo really was worse than regular chemo. Sarah couldn't get out of bed, she slept most of the day, and her appetite was gone. The fire that had been inside her before, the one that sparked through her eyes, had left.

Leslie and my mother took turns caring for Lyra as I sat at Sarah's bedside. With each grunt or moan, I begged God to please heal her. It was painful to watch the person I loved become almost unrecognizable. 

"Wes." Her hoarse voice awoke me. I had spent the last seven days by her side, and it was the first time she had slept through the night without complaining of any pain. Her soft snores had soothed me into a deep slumber.