One Shots

Dying Pain

Everything hurt. My body, my brain...my heart. The obnoxious alarm clock's annoying blaring rang through my head. I fumbled until I found and slammed it into silence. Five more minutes was fine, right?

Just as I was falling asleep, my fiancee' gently shook me. I mumbled in irritation before he threw off the duvet and I immediately shot up in shock.

"You do realise that you should've gotten out of bed ten minutes ago right?" his deep voice asked. I screamed something unladylike and darted off of the bed before I collapsed back onto it in a lightheaded rush. He was right at my side within seconds, soothingly rubbing circles on my back. I smiled, gave him a kiss and stood up, the dizzy feeling disappearing.

I got ready for the visit to the pharmacy and walked into the kitchen, the enticing smell of food drawing me closer. There stood the dear man, silky black hair pulled back into a short ponytail and my stained white apron tied loosely around his waist. A small plate of bacon was placed on the table next to a glass of fruit juice and my pillbox which had been opened on Saturday, refill day. I sat down with a huff and began to eat the delicious food. I chugged the brightly coloured tablets down with the juice, brushed my teeth and we were out the door.

The drive to the doctor was routine and so was standing in the snaking line. The lady at the till looked at me sympathetically, everyone knew me here, I was a regular. We waited in the checkout line and got back into the car. We made small talk on the way to the shopping centre. It was already lunch time so we were hungry and all of the smells were so appealing. I dragged the poor man towards a shop. We bought our food and managed to find a place to sit. Again, I had to gulp down tablets with my milkshake.

There were no movies we were really interested in, so we just walked around, hand in hand. His hands were so large compared to my dainty ones but they fit into each other so perfectly. He always tried to crack jokes and get me to laugh, anything to lift the heavy mood. My head was getting dizzy again and I was having a hard time focusing on the path in front of me. My legs collapsed underneath me and my fiancee' caught me just before I hit the hard and dirty floor. I could hear panicked voices and slightly make out worried faces. Mothers guided their children away from us while they tried to make sense of what was happening. He was so calm, pulling out his phone and dialling the emergency contact he had saved, cradling me like I was made of porcelain.

The medics were there in a flash, clearing people away and asking my betrothed to hand me over. He was reluctant at first but carefully placed me onto the gurney. Everything else was a blur. Nothing made sense, screaming sirens, screeching brakes, slamming doors, bright lights blurring past and voices I couldn't make out. The only thing I could hear was a deep voice reassuring me that everything would be okay. I knew it wouldn't.

I remember waking up but not ever falling asleep. I was in a hospital room, clean white walls, an average size tv mounted onto the wall, machines beeping and a saline bag that dripped an unknown liquid into my arm. The room smelled of antiseptics and mild detergents. The sheets were course and the pillow was flat. A slight pressure was placed on my hand. The black haired man holding on for dear life. I weakly squeezed and he looked up at me. Tears poured down his face. His eyes were red and puffy, faint lines etched into his cheeks from the hot liquid. I gave him a faint smile, and he collapsed onto my petite body, a heaping mess of sobs. I stroked his back.

I was dying. No one knew why, it was a mystery, a lethal one. My body was shutting down, my mind was struggling to comprehend things.

The last of my thoughts ran through my mind. Memories of meeting an angry young man in high school, his attitude changing. He was a gentleman in another memory, him carrying my books. Graduating, him proposing, asking my parents the old-fashioned way, magazines and planners littering the coffee table. The coffee table, I was going to clean it when we got home. The people at the pharmacy and their pity for the woman who would be dead too soon. My fiancee' working at home to take care of me, wrangling with problems to save up money for the wedding and my medical bill.

I realised I would never walk down the aisle, my dress would just sit in the cupboard unused. I would never have the family I wanted, a little bundle of joy to call my own. I wouldn't grow up with the man I loved the most and I wouldn't get to see my grandchildren. So many things I would miss, he would miss because I would be gone.

It was so painful to watch him work so hard for me, protect and fight for me...cry for me. I had a limited amount of time left and I didn't have the strength to hold on for much longer.

He whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I couldn't hear him anymore. I placed my fingers to his lips, hoping I would be able to understand him. He gently took a hold of my hand. We were both shaking terribly. I gave a hoarse laugh that died in my throat. He softly kissed each of my fingers. My body was losing feeling, I couldn't hold his hand anymore though I could feel his callouses. He stroked my brunette and caramel streaked locks that had tangled with his free hand, his hot tears falling onto my cheeks. My brown eyes were losing focus. He was becoming blurry. Colours merging and blending together.

A slight whimper left my lips. He gently kissed my forehead. I was scared, terrified. I could feel my own tears forming just to be wiped away by his soothing hands. I remember saying a final I love you before my brain shut down and my heart stopped. The last thing I remember was him kissing me on the lips as the heart monitor flatlined. My last thought was that I was sorry for leaving him so early and that I hoped he would find and read the letter I left under my pillow.

He was a good man. He cared for me and the pain I felt from dying was not nearly as bad as his pain as he felt being left behind. I promised myself that when it was his time to go, I would personally be there to fetch him and we would be together forever, I just had to wait until then.

My life was short yet full of love and my dying pain was worth it, just being able to hold on for so long. I'm glad that I met him and I'm glad that he was the last person I saw before I left this world behind.

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Yeah yeah, I know. That was a seriously sad story. I don't know where I came up with the idea for it but it turned into this.

I purposefully left out their names because I wanted it to be vaguer and as if you were the dying girl. I wanted it to make you think about what happens if you are on your death bed and you regret something that you never did or could never do.

Have a great day and cherish those close to you.

Peace out
CupQuakeLover222