Lover Boy | mrfreshasian x Reader

Death is near, closer then you think (EMOTIONAL 😓👋)

Disclaimer- I'm not a fucking doctor, I'm making shit up. While your reading. Drop me a vote pwease. Thank uuu

I've been staying at the Sydney Hospital for a few weeks doing some physical therapy to help get back up onto my feet. Therapy is about a hour and a half every day which isn't too bad. But Harley always visits me after my therapy which makes it all worth it.

After he spends some time with me, he has to go back home to stream and work. Which leaves me to just read and scroll through social media. Speaking of which, everyone has been super kind and supportive of me and Chase.

Chase has only gotten worse. A close call yesterday when his heartbeat when skyrocketing since there was a blood clot. I'm too afraid to see him still.. Harley did for awhile but he had to leave early since Chase was coughing violently.

Im debating whether to see him or not.... he's so sick.. I sit on my hospital bed, taking small sips of warm water.

Just as I was thinking about him, Gemma walks in holding a tray with more water for me.

"Hey, how was therapy?" She asks, setting down the water onto the desk.

"Good, I'm getting a lot better, I might be let out soon if I keep pushing through." I smile hopefully.

"God your feeling better. Since you have so much free time.. are you ready to see Chase?"

"I don't think I am.. I'm scared for him. I'd rather stay and wish him the best then have him see me. Because he's going to think he scarred me by seeing him in so much pain. I know my Chase." I sigh, looking down at my hands.

"I understand, take all the time you need." She gives me a small bow before leaving.

2 Weeks Later

I can finally walk normally but I can't dance like I used too. It's hard to move freely but I'll get back eventually. Believe is the key word here.

I pass by Chase's room on the way back from therapy. I try not to look in but I'm so tempted too. Fuck it..

I open the door, to see Chase look up at me, shocked.

"Y/N?..."

"Chase, it's so good to see you. I'm so sorry I haven't come to visit you. I was scared about what happened to you.." I walk over to him, standing next to his bed.  I look to see wires, casts, and machines just surrounding him all around.

"It was scary.. but then again.... I did help a lot of people though, my life is worth taking then theirs."

"Chase.. what do you mean your life is worth taking..?" I ask him, considering the fact he lightly skimmed over the words like velvet.

He lets out a weak chuckle, glancing to his feet then back at me. "I'm cutting off life support."

My eyes go wide, my legs go numb, even at those words I feel like crying.

"Why would you do that??"

"Listen, I'm paralyzed. I haven't told anyone but I am. The bullet crushed my spine and now I can't really do anything. I can't even do the thing I love the most which is dance. I'd rather leave this world on a good note then be confined forever." He explains, giving me a sad smile.

"Chase you are so young.. you have me, Lucas, and Gigi. Plus the fans and friends and family. You have a whole life ahead of you."

"But why would I live it if I'm confined. It's a touchy subject I know. I know. It was a hard decision, but I think I'm ready." I reach out my hand and he takes it willingly.