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alilixx · 4 months ago

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James Wilson x Fem!Cardiologist Reader

Heartbeats and Invisible Connections

Nothing to say so i hope you will like it! Btw i just rewatch The devil wears Prada and i love smmm MIRANDA??? I mean, i will write on her soon (i will never abandon House md, everything for my girls!

Warning: Mature, NSFW, Some Dark!Wilson, death, House being House.

Pairing: James Wilson x Fem!Cardiologist Reader

Laughter could be heard in the hospital room, just like every day. The young boy in front of you was in tears from laughing so hard at the TV, and you were just as amused as he was. After all, you were watching The Powerpuff Girls! You knew it was his favorite cartoon, so you watched every new episode with him. Even though Cuddy wasn't too thrilled about it, you spent at least two hours a day with the young patient. Blake was a five-year-old child suffering from an incurable heart condition. A malformation took up too much space, hindering the development of his lungs. The chance of survival after surgery was minimal, so you couldn't offer it.

Blake had been entrusted to you two years ago, when his mother passed away from pancreatic cancer. His father, a very busy businessman, gradually stopped coming to visit. At first, he would come occasionally, but soon he no longer found the time to visit his own son, citing a busy schedule. You tried to understand, but deep down, you couldn't accept this prolonged absence. How could someone leave their child to face such a serious illness without parental support?

You then promised yourself that you would never let Blake feel abandoned. You became more than a doctor to him; you were his guardian, his pillar, the only constant in his turbulent life. The first few months were difficult. How do you explain to a three-year-old that his father was abandoning him? It was almost impossible. Blake often cried, asking why his father no longer came. Your heart broke every time, but you found the words to comfort him, inventing stories about heroes and adventures to give him hope and joy.

Over time, you established a routine. You came by every morning to gently wake him up, often with a special breakfast you brought from home. You shared these simple but precious moments before starting the long days of tests and treatments. Blake loved The Powerpuff Girls, and you quickly adopted the habit of watching the episodes with him. It was a comforting ritual, a bubble of happiness in an often dark daily life.

With every operation, every scan, every MRI, you were there. You held his hand, reassured him, promised him that everything would be okay. Even though you knew the chances were slim, you always kept hope. Blake had become like a little brother to you. You admired his courage, his ability to smile despite everything. His resilience gave you the strength to carry on, even when the weight of reality seemed too heavy to bear.

The other doctors and nurses respected your dedication, though some whispered that you were getting too emotionally involved. But how could you not? How could you remain detached when a child depended on you for everything, when he called for a hug in the middle of the night after a nightmare, when he proudly showed you his drawings and asked for your opinion? Blake needed you, and you were ready to do anything for him.

One morning, as you were preparing Blake for yet another round of tests, you found yourself thinking about the future. What would become of Blake if... No, you couldn't think that way. You shook yourself mentally and focused on the present. Today, he would watch a new episode of The Powerpuff Girls, and you would be there by his side to share his laughter and tears. You owed him that much.

Every day was a battle, but also a victory, no matter how small. And you would continue to fight for Blake because he deserved it, because he was more than just a patient—he was a part of you.

Of course, he cost you a snack every day because the young boy had a sweet tooth. Several chocolate bars, whether caramel, coconut, or other flavors, you knew he would eat them. You ate together to keep him company; eating alone as a child in the hospital wasn't easy.

Months passed, and you noticed that Blake seemed more tired than usual. He had started to complain about unusual pains, and you noted a worrying pallor on his face. Your medical instinct pushed you to look deeper, to understand what was wrong. After a series of initial tests, you still couldn't determine the exact cause of his symptoms. One night, as Blake slept peacefully after an exhausting day, you found yourself in your office, immersed in his medical files.

It was then that you decided to consult James Wilson, the head of oncology at the hospital. You knew his reputation and expertise because you had risen through the ranks together, and you knew he would be the best person to help you understand what was happening to Blake. You occasionally saw him during department head meetings at the hospital.

The next morning, after preparing Blake for his routine tests, you headed to Wilson's office. As you knocked on the door, you felt both anxious and determined. Wilson looked up from his papers and greeted you with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Dr. [Y/N]. What can I do for you?" he asked, gesturing for you to sit.

"Good morning, Dr. Wilson. I need your expertise. One of my patients, Blake, is exhibiting some troubling symptoms, and I can't identify the exact cause. I'm afraid it might be something serious."

Wilson nodded, his expression becoming more serious. "Alright, tell me more about his symptoms and show me his files."

You spent the next thirty minutes detailing Blake's condition, his medical history, and the results of recent tests. Wilson listened attentively, asking pertinent questions and taking down important notes.

"I'll need to examine Blake myself and perhaps order a few additional tests," he said finally. "What you're describing could be several things, but I want to be sure before drawing any conclusions."

You nodded, grateful for his help. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson. I just want to make sure we're doing everything we can for him."

Later in the day, Wilson joined Blake in his room. With your reassuring presence by his side, Blake showed courage and cooperated during the additional examinations. The following days were filled with tests and anxious waiting.

Finally, the results came in. The diagnosis was devastating: Blake had developed heart cancer, a rare but possible complication of his pre-existing heart condition. The news hit you like a punch, but you knew you had to stay strong for Blake.

You turned to Wilson, feeling the weight of this news. "What do we do now?" you asked, determined not to give up.

"We're going to fight," he replied calmly. "I'll work with you and the team to develop a treatment plan. Blake is an incredibly brave little boy, and he deserves all our efforts."

You simply nodded before returning to his room, holding his hand while you sat beside his bed. He slept peacefully, and you rested your head on his arm. The past few days had been complicated due to the stress. Cuddy had quickly stopped by after hearing the news from Wilson. She looked at you through the window before leaving a few minutes later.

The following days were even harder. Should you tell him? Explain that he would die sooner? Leave him in denial? These choices were impossible to make, but your routine didn't change. He shouldn't know until you made a decision.

Unfortunately, today was a night shift for you. You returned to your office, lingering over Blake's adoption file, but decided to leave to avoid sinking even further. Hours passed, and you could finally take your break, which you obviously spent with Blake. Without realizing it, a single tear fell down your cheek. Just one. But in that tear lay all the pain contained for days.

This tear was wiped away by the only man who could understand your suffering. James.

"Cry, Dr. [Y/N]. Now that I’m here with you, you’re free to reveal your sadness," he said softly, his comforting hand resting on your shoulder.

Those words, full of compassion and understanding, broke down the last barriers you had built to contain your pain. You finally let out the tears you had been holding back for so long. James stayed by your side, offering his silent but powerful support. You shared a moment of raw humanity, where the roles of doctors faded away, giving way to those of human beings facing suffering and uncertainty.

After a long while, you pulled yourself together, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, James. I needed that."

"We're all in this fight together," he replied with a comforting smile. "And we will do everything for Blake."

Your next destination was Cuddy's office. You took a moment before opening the door, and when you opened and closed it behind you, your words came out in a rush.

"I'm giving up on Blake's adoption file."

She looked up from her computer and simply nodded. She knew the file wouldn't be accepted; she just wanted you to make that decision yourself. You had worked with her for about ten years, so yes, she knew how you operated. After that, interactions with Cuddy became less frequent. It wasn't her fault, but her office reminded you too much of the premature death that Blake was going to face.

You saw James often enough to discuss Blake's case. Sometimes, he even joined you for lunch. You found this rather pleasant. James had a unique way of making Blake smile, even in the most difficult moments. His anecdotes, subtle humor, and reassuring presence provided a certain comfort that you couldn't deny.

One day, after sharing a meal with Blake and James, you found yourself feeling a bit lighter, almost optimistic. The bond developing between you and James was a valuable support. You spent hours discussing treatment options, analyzing test results, and exploring every possibility to give Blake a chance to pull through.

Despite the grim diagnosis, every little progress, every smile from Blake, and every moment shared with James gave you the strength to continue.

One evening, as you were finishing your rounds, James joined you in the hallway. "I wanted to thank you," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "For everything you do for Blake, and for allowing someone like me to be a part of this fight."

You smiled, touched by his words but still mindful of his reputation as a flirt. "I should be the one thanking you. Your presence makes a huge difference, not only for Blake but also for me."

He looked at you with an intensity that made your heart beat a little faster. "You don't have to carry all of this alone. We're a team, remember."

Months passed, and despite all the efforts by you, James, and the medical team, Blake's condition continued to deteriorate. Each day, you saw his smile become a bit more fragile, his voice a bit weaker, but his will to live remained astonishingly strong. The relationship between you and James grew stronger, and he became one of the most important people to you during this dark period. You spent more and more time together, sharing the sorrows and the rare moments of joy.

Blake continued to laugh at his favorite Powerpuff Girls, devouring the chocolate bars you brought him each day. James often joined your small meals, bringing with him a comforting presence and a quiet strength that helped you hold on.

Despite all attempts at treatment, Blake's heart cancer was too advanced. The discussions with James grew more serious, more somber, as options dwindled. You had tried to protect Blake from the gravity of his situation, but he wasn't fooled. One day, as you were watching an episode of his favorite cartoon, he took your hand and asked in a soft but determined voice:

"Am I going to die, Y/N?"

The shock of his words left you speechless for a moment. You exchanged a glance with James, who stood silently beside you. Finally, you took a deep breath and answered with heartfelt sincerity:

"We are doing everything we can to keep you healthy, Blake. But yes, your illness is very serious."

Blake nodded, seeming to accept this reality with a surprising maturity for his age. "Thank you for telling me. I'm glad you're both here."

The following weeks were marked by a melancholic tenderness. You did everything possible to make Blake's last days as happy and comfortable as possible. Laughter was mingled with tears, each moment becoming precious and fleeting.

Then, one morning, as you arrived at the hospital, you felt a heaviness in the air. Entering Blake's room, you found James already there, sitting by the bed, holding Blake's hand. The little boy was sleeping peacefully, an unusual serenity on his face.

"He's gone," James murmured, tears in his eyes. "He fell asleep without pain."

You felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness, but also relief. Blake no longer had to suffer. You sat on the other side of the bed, taking his small, cold hand in yours. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks.

"We did everything we could," James said softly. "And he knew he was loved until the end."

These words brought some comfort. Blake had been surrounded by the love and dedication of those who cared most for him. You spent a long time by his side, with James, mourning the loss of the brave little boy but also celebrating the life he had, no matter how short.

The days that followed were filled with mourning and memories. James’s presence beside you was invaluable, and together, you found the strength to say goodbye to Blake and to move forward, despite the pain.

Blake had been more than just a patient. And even though he was no longer here, his memory would continue to live on in you, constantly reminding you why you became a cardiologist, though your mental health did not improve despite your attempts at positivity.

After all this, you barely left the hospital. You hardly slept anymore. Running on energy drinks and coffee, your heart grew increasingly fragile. You no longer took much care of yourself, doing just enough to survive and continue your work. The loss of Blake, whom you considered your little brother, was a gaping wound. Although you knew it was better for him, you couldn’t accept the truth. Years of fighting for this, only for him to ultimately succumb to cancer, made you feel nauseous.

One evening, as you were changing in the locker room, you heard footsteps approaching. James approached you gently, causing you to flinch slightly. You were still lost in your thoughts, pondering a solution that had eluded you, a miracle that had never come.

"Y/N," he began softly, his voice full of compassion. "It's not your fault. Life is sometimes unfair, but he's better off where he is. It's hard, and I understand, but take care of yourself as Blake would have wanted. I'm not telling you to live the life he should have had, but not to destroy yourself in an 'honor' to him."

His words, though well-intentioned, hit you like a slap. "Don’t tell me how I should feel!" you retorted sharply, anger and pain mingling in your voice. But seeing the sadness and understanding in James’s eyes, you realized you had reacted too abruptly. "I’m sorry, James. I know you’re trying to help."

James shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. "You don’t have to apologize. I know how hard it is. But you can’t keep going like this; you’re going to destroy yourself."

What you didn’t know was that Cuddy was behind it all. She was deeply concerned for you. Unable to bear seeing her head of service fall apart, she had asked James to look out for you, even if it meant spending more time at your place or inviting you to stay at his.

In the following days, James increased his presence. He regularly came to see you, encouraging you to talk about how you were feeling. One evening, after a particularly grueling day, he invited you to dinner at his place. You accepted, too exhausted to refuse.

At James’s home, the atmosphere was soothing. The simplicity of his apartment and the warmth of his welcome all helped you feel a bit better. You spent the evening talking, not about work or Blake, but about everything and nothing—childhood memories, dreams, passions.

"You know," James said at one point, setting down his coffee cup, "Cuddy asked me to look out for you. She’s worried about you, just like I am. You’re important to us, to the hospital. But more than that, you’re important to yourself. Blake wouldn’t want to see you destroy yourself like this."

These words touched you deeply. The harsh reality of your situation, combined with the immense fatigue you felt, began to crumble under the warmth of James’s compassion and support.

"I know it’s hard to hear this now," he continued, "but you need time to heal. And you don’t have to do it alone."

Tears began to silently stream down your cheeks. For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to feel the pain, without pushing it away, without hardening yourself. James approached and gently embraced you, letting you cry against him.

"I'm here," he murmured. "We’re here for you."

In the following days, you began to accept James’s help. He would join you for long walks after work, make sure you ate properly and got some rest. You knew the road to healing would be long, but with James by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope begin to emerge.

Seeing that you were improving, Cuddy called you into her office one day. "I’m proud of you," she said simply. "And I know Blake would be too."

You smiled, feeling a newfound strength within you. "Thank you, Cuddy. For everything."

One of the long evenings at James's place, you sat side by side on the couch. Exhausted from the emotions and work, you couldn’t help but let your head fall onto James's shoulder. "What movie do you want to watch?" he asked, not realizing that you had already dozed off. He looked at you tenderly before taking your hand and gently stroking it. James was aware that the role of a cardiologist was demanding; you often worked with children for diagnoses, and he knew it was exhausting and that you slept little.

Gently, he slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees. Carefully standing up, he cradled your light body in his arms and carried you to his bedroom, where he laid you down on the bed with great care. You had already fallen deeply asleep and were unaware of the situation. James tenderly stroked your cheek, once again gazing at your face.

"Rest well, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You��ve given so much for Blake. Let me take care of you now."

He adjusted the blanket over you, ensuring you were snug and warm. Then he quietly withdrew, making sure not to make any noise. As he closed the door, he cast a final glance to ensure you were sleeping peacefully.

James settled on the couch with a book, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought about you, your strength and pain, and how much he wanted to help you through this tough time. Hours passed, and eventually, exhausted himself, he fell asleep.

In the morning, you woke up in a room you didn't immediately recognize. The events of the previous evening slowly came back to you. You remembered being at James’s place, having fallen asleep on the couch… and now you were in his bed. A feeling of warmth and security enveloped you.

Hearing your movements, James got up and came to join you. "Good morning," he said with a gentle smile. "I hope you slept well."

You nodded, touched by his care. "Thank you, James. For everything."

“There’s no need to thank me. You need rest, and I’m here to help,” he said sincerely. “Now, let’s have a nice breakfast. It’s time to take care of yourself.”

You sat down at the table, noticing pancakes and fruits you loved. The sight of the carefully prepared food comforted you, and you began to eat with appetite. What you didn’t know was that Wilson had added nicotine to your drink. His goal? To make your brain associate the pleasure and dependence on nicotine with his own presence, creating a subtle and gradual addiction to him.

You took a sip of your drink, savoring its taste. Quickly, a sense of relaxation washed over you, soothing your tense nerves. You felt strangely good, almost euphoric. The food, the coffee, the reassuring presence of James… everything seemed perfect.

“These pancakes are delicious,” you said with a smile. “Did you really take the time to make all this?”

James nodded, his gaze full of tenderness. “I wanted you to start the day on a positive note. You deserve to feel good, Y/N.”

You continued eating, feeling better and better with each bite and sip. The nicotine was working its magic, reinforcing the positive association with James. You felt closer to him, more dependent on his comforting presence.

James, discreetly observing your reactions, saw that his plan was working. He knew you were vulnerable, and he wanted to be the one to support you, the one you would need. He wanted you, just for himself.

As the days went by, a routine settled in. James often prepared meals for you, inviting you to share these moments of respite and comfort. Every meal you had together seemed to give you renewed energy and strength. What you didn’t know was that James continued to add nicotine to your drinks, subtly increasing your dependency.

“There’s no need to thank me. You need rest, and I’m here to help,” he said sincerely. “Now, let’s have a nice breakfast. It’s time to take care of yourself.”

“These pancakes are delicious,” you said with a smile. “Did you really take the time to make all this?”

James nodded, his gaze full of tenderness. “I wanted you to start the day on a positive note. You deserve to feel good, Y/N.”

Sitting at the table, you took a sip of your drink, immediately feeling a sense of well-being wash over you. James watched you discreetly, satisfied to see that his plan was working. You felt better, calmer, and most importantly, you felt dependent on these shared moments with him.

Days turned into weeks, and your dependence on James became increasingly evident. He had become your anchor, your refuge. You could no longer imagine going a day without seeing him, without feeling the sense of well-being he provided. The nicotine had done its job, but it was James's love and attention that had truly made you addicted.

Seeing that his plan was working perfectly, James decided to reinforce your dependence even further. One evening, after a particularly pleasant dinner, he suggested that you stay at his place for the night. You accepted without hesitation, feeling safe with him. While you slept, he discreetly installed surveillance apps on your phone and computer, allowing him to track your movements and communications.

The next morning, you woke up feeling refreshed, completely unaware of the ongoing manipulations. James greeted you with a smile as you emerged from sleep. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you," you replied with a smile. "I feel much better."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, handing you a cup of coffee. "Let's start the day on a positive note."

With James by your side, you began to slowly rebuild your life, unaware of the subtle manipulation that had facilitated this dependence. To you, James had become indispensable, the pillar you could always count on, and you had no idea of the shadow of his plan that loomed over your relationship.

Months had passed since Blake's loss, and your relationship with James Wilson had evolved remarkably, even if it was partly due to manipulation.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day at the hospital, you found yourself at James's place once again. You had developed a sort of ritual: after work, you would go to his home for dinner, conversation, and much-needed respite during this tumultuous period of your life. That night, the atmosphere was especially soothing. The dim light in the living room, the whisper of the wind through the open windows, and the comforting warmth of James's home created an ambiance conducive to deeper confessions.

As you sat on the couch with a glass of wine in hand, the conversation drifted to more personal topics. You found yourself sharing stories and thoughts that you had never dared to confide in anyone else.

"You know, James, I don't think I could have gone through all this without you," you said softly, looking at your glass as if searching for answers. "You've become an essential part of my life, and I can't imagine moving forward without you."

James looked at you with a tenderness you had never truly noticed before. "Y/N, you are incredibly strong. But even the strongest among us need support. And I am so glad I can be here for you."

He set down his glass and took your hand in his, a comforting gesture that sent a wave of warmth through your body. "We've been through so much together, and I believe it has brought us closer in ways neither of us could have predicted."

The silence that followed was charged with emotion. You turned slightly toward him, searching in his eyes for confirmation of what you were feeling. And in his eyes, you saw the same spark, the same depth of feeling that burned within you.

"James…" you began, but words failed you. He seemed to understand, as he gently leaned in, closing the distance between your faces.

"Y/N, I think what we have goes beyond friendship or mere professional support. I've grown attached to you in a way I never thought possible."

His words resonated within you, and before you could respond, he leaned even closer and delicately pressed his lips to yours. It was a tender kiss, filled with all the unspoken emotions, all the shared moments, all the mingled pain and comfort.

The kiss lingered, your hands naturally finding their way into each other’s hair, and for the first time in a long while, you felt whole. When you finally separated, your breaths were staggered, but your eyes shone with the same emotion.

“I love you, Y/N,” James murmured, his eyes locked onto yours.

“I love you too, James,” you replied without hesitation, feeling a certainty you had never felt before.

You spent the evening talking about your feelings, your fears, and your hopes for the future. You fell asleep in each other's arms, finally finding peace in each other's presence.

The days that followed were marked by a new dynamic between you. At the hospital, you continued to work as professionals, but the exchanged glances, shared smiles, and subtle touches spoke of a blossoming love. The support you had always shared became even stronger, solidified by the intimate relationship you now had.

James continued to keep a close watch on you, ensuring that you were taking care of yourself. And you, although you were still unaware of some of his past manipulations, felt increasingly grounded in this new life. Meals together, evenings spent talking and watching movies, and shared nights became precious moments where you finally felt loved and understood.

However, it was impossible to completely avoid Gregory House’s sharp gaze. Nothing escaped the doctor renowned for his keen insight, and he had quickly noticed the changes in the relationship between you and James.

One afternoon, while you were in the break room, House hobbled in with his characteristic cane, a curious and mocking glint in his eyes. He settled heavily onto the couch across from you, fixing you with an enigmatic smile.

“So, Y/N, I’ve heard that Wilson has become your knight in shining armor,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You blushed slightly, but you didn’t let House intimidate you. “Yes, you could say that,” you replied calmly.

House nodded, a sneaky smile on his lips. “Interesting. But tell me, do you really know everything about your valiant knight? Because, you know, Wilson has always had a knack for hiding his little manipulations.”

You frowned, feeling a twinge of concern. “What are you trying to say, House?”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Oh, nothing specific. Just an observation. Be careful, that’s all. Wilson has a dark side, and sometimes he thinks his actions are justified by noble intentions.”

Before you could respond, James entered the room, a defiant expression on his face. “House, maybe you could find someone else to annoy,” he said tersely, positioning himself protectively between you and House.

House raised his hands in surrender, but his sneaky smile didn’t fade. “Alright, alright. I’m leaving. But remember, secrets have a way of surfacing.”

He left the room, leaving you with a sense of unease. James turned to you, his eyes softened with concern. “Don’t let him get to you, Y/N. House likes to sow doubt. We know how we feel about each other, and that’s all that matters.”

You nodded, trying to shake off the doubts sown by House. “You’re right, James. We know what we have.”

Weeks passed, and although House never missed an opportunity to make a pointed comment or cryptic remark, your relationship with James continued to grow stronger. You found comfort in each other, and despite the shadows of the past and James's subtle manipulations, you felt increasingly rooted in this new life.

The moments you shared had become anchors in your daily routine. Whether it was having lunch together, sharing laughter during quiet moments, or finding solace in each other's arms after exhausting days, every instant deepened the bond between you.

And so, despite House’s warnings and the shadows of the past, you found a new reason to live and smile every day. It was quite common for you to dream of James, Blake, and yourself as a family. You promised yourself to nurture your relationship with James for Blake, for the family that should have been.

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The sun was barely rising, its first rays filtering through the curtains in James's bedroom. You opened your eyes, feeling the comforting warmth of James's body against yours. He was still asleep, his face relaxed and free from worries and House. You took a moment to watch him, letting a sense of happiness wash over you.

You got up gently so as not to wake him, slipping into one of his oversized t-shirts, and headed to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast had become a sort of ritual. You set water to boil for coffee and began making pancakes, a specialty you had perfected for James. Adding fresh fruit and maple syrup was your way of starting the day on a positive note.

James arrived shortly afterward, drawn by the delicious aromas filling the kitchen. He came up to you, kissed your cheek softly, and murmured a sleepy "good morning."

"Good morning to you," you replied with a smile. "Breakfast is almost ready."

You sat down at the table, enjoying the pancakes and discussing plans for the day. The subject of Blake rarely came up in your conversations, to avoid a constant reminder of the promise you had made to cherish this relationship.

After breakfast, you both got ready to head to the hospital. The drive to Princeton-Plainsboro had become a well-practiced routine, and even though the trip was short, it was filled with discussions and exchanged smiles. At the hospital, you parted ways to join your respective departments, but not without a final quick kiss and a knowing look.

The morning was as busy as ever. Between consultations, diagnostics, and meetings, you threw yourself into your work with the same passion that had driven you since the beginning of your career.

At lunchtime, you met up with James in the cafeteria. House made his usual appearance, throwing out some sarcastic remarks that made everyone smile. Despite his sharp attitude, there was an unspoken respect and camaraderie in his interactions.

“So, lovebirds, how’s the couple life?” House asked, a smirk on his face.

James responded with a similarly playful smile. “Better than your social life, House.”

Exchanges with House had become an integral part of your daily routine, a kind of game to which you had now grown accustomed. After lunch, you returned to your department, your mind still partly occupied by James’s reassuring presence.

The afternoon flew by, marked by consultations and surgeries. But whenever you had a moment of respite, you couldn’t help but think about the promise you had made for Blake.

By the end of the day, exhausted but happy, you met James at the hospital exit. You went home together, discussing the events of the day and sharing your thoughts. Once home, the evening ritual began: a simple yet delicious dinner prepared together, followed by a few hours of relaxation in front of a movie or a series.

That evening, as you sat side by side on the couch, you snuggled up against him, feeling his arm close around your shoulders. The day had been long and tiring, but it ended on a note of tenderness and intimacy.

“You know, James, sometimes I think about what Blake would have wanted for us,” you murmured, your eyes fixed on the TV screen.

James tightened his embrace a little, his soft voice responding to your murmur. “He would have wanted us to be happy, Y/N. And I believe he’s watching over us, wherever he is.”

The following weeks were marked by camaraderie and teasing between you and James. Your relationship evolved gently, blending tenderness and playfulness, turning each day into a shared adventure. Beyond the consultations and emergencies, there were these stolen moments where you teased each other, making daily life at the hospital much brighter.

Each morning, your drives to the hospital were filled with little jokes and lively discussions. James particularly enjoyed teasing you about your music choices, and you retaliated by commenting on his sometimes overly bold ties. These light-hearted exchanges allowed you to start the day with a smile.

At the hospital, you found moments to reconnect, whether it was for a quick coffee between consultations or to share an impromptu lunch in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. The exchanged glances, knowing smiles, and discreet yet meaningful touches all reinforced your connection.

House, of course, never missed an opportunity to tease you both gently. One day, while you were having lunch together, he approached with a sly smile on his face.

“So, you two, still playing cat and mouse?” he asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“We prefer to call it chemistry,” you replied with a wink at James.

House raised an eyebrow, amused. “Chemistry, huh? Just be careful not to blow anything up like like Wilson and cheating.”

The following weeks were filled with camaraderie and playful teasing between you and James. Your relationship evolved slowly, mixing tenderness and playfulness, turning each day into a shared adventure. Beyond consultations and emergencies, there were these stolen moments where you teased each other, making daily life at the hospital much brighter.

Each morning, your drives to the hospital were punctuated with little jokes and lively discussions. James particularly enjoyed teasing you about your music choices, and you retaliated by commenting on his sometimes overly bold ties. These light-hearted exchanges allowed you to start the day with a smile.

At the hospital, you found moments to reconnect, whether for a quick coffee between consultations or to share an impromptu lunch in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. The exchanged glances, knowing smiles, and discreet yet meaningful touches all reinforced your connection.

One day, you decided to play a bit more daringly. Having discovered that James had a weakness for chocolate, you prepared a little surprise. You had found some special chocolates infused with aphrodisiac ingredients, and you were curious to see how he would react.

You waited for the right moment, choosing a day when you both had some free time. After lunch, you invited him to stop by your office for a sweet little break.

"I have a surprise for you," you announced, pulling a box of chocolates from your drawer.

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise, huh? I like surprises."

You handed him a chocolate with a mischievous smile. "Try this and tell me what you think."

He took the chocolate, looking curious, and put it in his mouth. From the first bite, you saw his expression change slightly, a glimmer of surprise passing through his eyes.

"It's… interesting," he said as he finished the chocolate. "There's something different about it."

You just smiled, holding back your little secret. A few minutes later, you noticed a subtle change in his behavior. His eyes grew darker, his posture more assured.

"Y/N," he said in a deeper voice, moving closer to you. "What did you give me?"

You laughed softly, taking a small step back. "Just a bit of chocolate. Why? Didn't you like it?"

He stared at you intensely, a half-smile on his lips. "Oh, I loved it. But I think you knew exactly what you were doing."

Before you could respond, he pulled you by the waist and drew you close. His burning gaze never left yours, and you felt your heart race. The weeks of teasing and flirting had led to this moment.

"James, we're in the hospital," you whispered, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"I know," he replied, his voice husky. "But I can't wait any longer."

He kissed you with a new intensity, his hands exploring your back with a possessiveness that made you shiver. You let yourself sink into him, your own desires taking over. The door to his office closed behind you, isolating your little world from the rest of the hospital.

James lifted you and placed you on his desk, his lips never leaving yours. Papers and pens fell to the floor, forgotten. His hands slipped under your blouse, and you felt a shiver of pleasure course through your body.

"You've driven me crazy, Y/N," he murmured against your skin. "And now, you'll face the consequences."

He kissed you briefly, and you wanted more. You opened your mouth, and your tongues met. You felt his hands grip your hips and shift your body on the desk, pulling you closer to him. His tongue explored your mouth as if he, too, enjoyed the blend. He pulled away slightly and looked down at your outfit, which revealed your hardened nipples, due to the passionate kiss and the moisture that had dampened your clothing.

"Fuck, Y/N," he breathes out before lifting you off the desk, your legs wrapping around his torso. He kisses you again, much more fiercely, as if you were his prey. His tongue battles to dominate yours, and you give in, wanting him to take control. He presses you against the office door and takes the opportunity to ensure it’s locked. He kisses you as if you had always done this and as if it were your last kiss. You moan against his lips as his hand moves between your thighs, massaging them before sliding into your pants and removing your clothing until your panties fall to the floor. You try to close your legs, the cool air hitting your core, while his lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck as if he’s devouring every part of you.

His kisses are wet, and you hear him moan before pressing his body against yours, you feel his erection.

"Are you sure ?" He says before completely losing control and he rubs his covered erection against your exposed pussy "mmh", you moan being the only noise you can make to respond and nod at him. He pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time. The shy one, you would have stopped him. He pulls the bottom of your t-shirt up to your chest and his cock brushes against yours making you moan his name.

"Moan my name again. Otherwise I wouldn't give you what you want" and he rubs his cock again between your thighs, his fingers place one of your locks of hair behind your ear, then go down all the way down your body to your clitoris.

“Wet, just for me” and he presses his fingers against my skin a little more before stroking my clit with his thumb. Long ones caresses, giving me pleasure but increasing my impatience. You feel his whole hand between your thighs, his fingers continuing to caress you relentlessly.

“James, please” you moan.

“Fuck” he removes his fingers and thrusts into you, making you moan in surprise and pleasure. The door is locked, and House music prevents everyone from hearing you. He pulls out of you only to come in again, harder, you moan and bury your head in the crook of his neck, clinging to his t-shirt.

“Y/N, I want to feel your hands on me” he moaned before helping you take off his t-shirt and swinging it behind him. He still carries you, he pulls you away from the door and suddenly slams me on top of him, entering me again. The pain in my back and the lust flowing through your veins makes all your sensations stronger. He speeds up his movements and your nails dig into his shoulders. He goes faster and nibbles your skin, in your neck, your chest, anywhere your skin is exposed.

“James, I-I’m going to-” you’re cut off by another moan that leaves your mouth. He understands what you are trying to tell him and growls "Go on princess, I'm waiting for that", you feel your body reach its climax and he gives one last thrust, harder than all the others while his hands massage your thighs.

You sigh in pleasure and release all the tension your body was holding and cum. He doesn't stop moving back and forth and waits for you to finish. You seek his mouth and kiss it, he moans into yours and still doesn't stop, you feel him cum inside you and he parts into your lips to blow.

“Y/N, are you-” he moans again, the sound leaving his mouth and the music turning you on, you grind my hips against his and he moans louder and louder. You have control.

“Y/N – don’t stop” you continue to move your hips and with each movement you sigh in pleasure. You feel him finish completely and he catches his breath heavily his head still in your neck. He slowly pulls out of you and gently places me back on the desk. He quickly puts his boxers back on before putting your panties back on. You get off the desk and put your clothes back on correctly. He stares at you through his loving eyes and smiles viciously before saying "we'll do this again whenever you want but no need for an aphrodisiac" and he winks at me with a kiss on the forehead.

The tension of the past intimacy transforms into a soft and tender atmosphere. You stay embraced for a moment, savoring the warmth of your bodies and the deep connection you’ve just shared. James shifts slightly, looking at you with infinite tenderness.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly, caressing your cheek.

"I feel… good," you reply with a smile, your eyes shining with happiness.

You spend a few more minutes talking softly, your laughter and murmurs blending with the gentle light of the office. But the reality of the hospital eventually catches up with you. James stands up first, helping you to sit up and tidy your clothes.

"We should get back to work," he says with a smile, but his eyes reveal a desire to prolong the moment.

You quickly rearrange yourselves, trying to regain a professional appearance. Once outside the office, you share one last knowing glance before returning to your respective tasks. The day continues, but the excitement and warmth of your intimacy remain with you, giving you renewed energy, knowing that he was going to get his revenge.

#fanfiction #dr house #doctor house #house md #housemd #rsl #robert sean leonard #james wilson #dr james wilson #dr james wilson x reader #james wilson x reader #james wilson x you

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doberbutts · 6 months ago

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Also just because I've been getting some harassing anons and replies on my post ever since that one self-identified Zionist blog got BIG MAD at me for posting the Palestinian flag (ironic considering like 3 days later when I reblogged something Jewish I had people then BIG MAD at me for that too.......)

Skoll, I took on knowing I would probably have to euthanize him for his aggression. From the very beginning the deal was that I was his last stop since he was a known abuse court case dog who was taken from his most recent owners and languishing in a kennel environment but deemed otherwise unadoptable due to severe aggression. The agreement was that I would have him for however long it would take to determine if he was fixable and then either I'd fix it and keep him or I'd euthanize. He bit me three separate times when we were still learning each other, and then attacked me randomly for the crime of petting his head, an act of affection he normally would approach me to request. I euthanized him at the advice of literally everyone involved with his case, and a few days after I euthanized him I got a letter from the state telling me either I put him down or animal control would take him and do it themselves. Pennsylvania is very strict on what they consider a mauling or a maiming and the resulting bite from his attack was very severe. I have had multiple people, including vets, neurologists, and behaviorists, tell me that they think he had rage, a seizure disorder which causes uncontrollable aggression, when I describe what his random bouts of attempting to attack literally the first thing he locked eyes on looked like.

Tiki, I rescued because I wanted a tiny dog and a dog that would live longer than a doberman, because dobe lifespans are hideously short due to their health problems. Within about 5 minutes of driving away with her, I realized she was very, very sick. We stopped at the vet before we even got her home. Over the next several months and constant ER visits we discovered she had hydrocephalus and also an immune condition that was slowly eating her lungs. She crashed during a procedure that was supposed to be our last attempt at fixing the lung problem as by then we knew the hydrocephalus would kill her anyway and we were trying to extend her life as long as possible. I dropped her off for the procedure, they called me on my way home, and I turned around so I could be there to say goodbye.

Creed died from cancer 🤷‍♂️ mast cell cancer is THE most common cancer in dogs as a species and it's a genuine coin toss if removing the initial tumor fixes it or if it's too late by the time you notice, because it forms on scar tissue so it hides by looking like a regular scar. Creed had a bunch of nicks and scrapes from running around in the woods on our hikes. One of the earliest scars he ever got is what killed him in the end. Losing him is what turned my blog from what it used to be, all dogs all the time, to what it is now. Ironically, he lived roughly the average lifespan for a doberman at 7.5 years old.

Phoebe, I was not involved in the decision to euthanize her. She came to me once again very sick, and I did my best to fix the problem, but it seemed to be a lot bigger than me or her other owner had expected. Her other owner took her to multiple specialists more local to her, and finally we came to a tentative diagnosis of a liver shunt. Her condition degraded rapidly and she went blind and began having seizures, and her other owner made the choice to say goodbye. Surgery was not an option due to her already bad condition not being certain she would actually survive anesthesia. I knew that she was not doing well, but I was not informed that she had died until several months later, despite my asking for updates because I suspected she'd passed. I don't disagree with the choice, I just wish I'd known when it happened. What we thought was just a chronic hookworm infestation and possible pancreatitus from the long-term damage from the hookworms turned out to be much more serious, and deadly, when it stopped responding to treatment.

If you have any questions on my capability as a dog owner to actually keep dogs alive, I'd like to direct you to the fact that Creed and my other actually-purchased-from-a-breeder dogs have lived good long lives. I keep getting sick dogs in rescue despite being told they are healthy, and that is exactly why I refuse to rescue dogs anymore. I'm tired of breaking my heart while cleaning up a problem someone else created. This is the part of rescue that doesn't get shared- what happens when someone loses the rescue lottery again and again and again with sick and mentally unwell dogs that are doomed to die before they've had a chance to truly live? I'm tired of being that someone. I'm tired of loving dogs and hemorrhaging money in a desperate attempt to fix them and feeling the weight of their bodies in my arms when that wasn't enough and they die anyway.

At least I can say Creed had a good fulfilled life as my constant companion, even if he didn't live nearly long enough compared to what I wanted.

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scientia-rex · 8 months ago

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If you don't mind, I saw your post about smoking while on hormones recently and I have a couple questions.

Obviously quiting smoking is better for you in general. But are the adverse effects while on hormones the same for testosterone and estrogen?

Secondly, is this mostly about the nicotine in cigarettes (generally what people mean when they say smoking) or is it about smoking anything at all (weed, vapes, nicotine vapes, etc)?

Thanks!

Good questions and unfortunately I have to say that we don’t have enough solid data for great answers on either.

Testosterone raises risk of heart attack or stroke, in part because it causes an increase in red blood cell production. You might be familiar with blood thinners that can be used to prevent heart attack or stroke; blood thickeners do the opposite. However, this data is nowhere near adequate in the transgender population. I cannot tell you much at all about how dose, method of delivery, duration of treatment, or T levels during treatment affect this long-term risk, especially over decades. The best response to this uncertainty is for trans men and transmasc people on T to protect their cardiac health from all other risks as much as possible.

Which then leads to the question of type of smoke. I would love to be able to offer you conclusive answers on that, but the Feds made it virtually impossible to study marijuana until a couple of years ago, so I can’t tell you whether marijuana is as dangerous as tobacco or not, or whether mode of intake matters. I can tell you that tobacco is bad but that people consistently underestimate the risks of nicotine by itself. Nicotine is the insecticide component of tobacco. It will cause your small blood vessels to contract, decreasing blood flow to critical areas of the body and heart. Nicotine impedes healing—smokers are notoriously bad at healing after surgery to the point where I know multiple surgeons who will literally do a blood test for nicotine metabolites before doing higher risk surgeries. They don’t trust patients to tell them whether they smoked, and they have reason to distrust. You want top or bottom surgery? Quit smoking. Now.

I had an attending once describing to me watching what happened to a woman who had fingers reattached. He warned her that if she ever smoked again, she would lose the fingers. She didn’t believe him and thought just smoking a little would be fine. The fingers necrosed—died—immediately, because those small blood vessels are critical to healing a process like a reattachment or transplant. So then she had open wounds with gangrenous fingers attached to them. Great.

We don’t have long-term health outcomes data on vapes yet but for my money they’re going to turn out to be really bad for you as well. Nicotine is a poison. Your lungs don’t love poison delivery by any mechanism. The combustion products of tobacco are also REALLY FUCKING BAD for creating cancerous mutations in your cells, but don’t inhale poison if you want to live a rewarding life where you get to enjoy doing things you want to do, like fucking. (Erections also depend on blood flow and healthy blood vessels. Treat yours with kindness.)

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bobbin-buckley · 6 months ago

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Stained Glass

(Pt2 of Broken Glass)

Cairo Sweet x Broken!Fem!Reader

Summary: After two years of a break up, an unexpected accident happens…but it brings you home

Warnings: Car Accident, severe wounds, lung cancer mentioned, angst turns to fluff, death mentions, surgery mentioned

Y/l/n: Your last name

Y/e/c: Your eye color

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It’s been two years since your break up with Cairo. You’re off to college now. And you haven’t seen Cairo since the ball party, well rather have you not seen much of anything.

You were in an accident. An accident a year after your break up, which magically happened to be on the day you’d have your anniversary with Cairo. If you never broke up.

You’ve been healing quite well, just major surgery had to happen. Your left eye was completely damaged when the car wreck happened, glass struck in your eye so now you are blind in your left.

Cairo never was told about your incident. Even though you went to the same college, you were doing it from home. Since you didn’t really have the money to afford a dorm. So you’ve just stayed in your parents basement suffering while doing homework, leaving for work or classes and going upstairs only for food. (Since you also have a bathroom)

Life was shitty now, at least you managed to get into college. Soccer wasn’t going well, even though you’re pretty much recovered minus your eye which was the minor problem.

Today you were heading for your first class of the day, which was nursing. You we’re gonna be a nurse, since it was the only career you knew would be useful and your parents think is best. And you never want to argue with them.

This forced choice in your life makes your life even more shitty. With having strict parents doesn’t help with your mental health. You just wanted a good life with Cairo in it, but she pushed you away and now you live in a cold basement and only come out for important things.

Your soccer career hasn’t been going well either. Minus your injuries you just don’t have motivation.

Besides your shitty life, heading off to nursing class. As far as you know you don’t have anymore friends, you lost them all after going into this depression and car accident. For whatever reason they didn’t want to hangout with you, bunch of assholes.

Walking on campus was your favorite though. Tennessee’s college campus was gorgeous. The orange buildings made the autumn trees lighten up, it was perfect for the fall year.

Your favorite band was playing in your ears, headphones over the bandage that hid your deceased eye. Ever since you started college, meeting your classmates and professors. They look at you different from what people had looked at you from before, you feel like a monster.

Some ask to see your eye, others make comments behind your back. It’s painful. You almost just want to slit your own throat every time someone looks at you weird. Humans are evil people now a days.

Just now as you walk inside the nursing building. Some people gave you that stink eye as they walked past you. Fuck society.

Even as class started everyone kept looking at you, whispering things to one another. Wouldn’t you think at this age everyone would stop being so judgmental?

Apparently not. Some boys are still maturing since the seventh grade. Some girls just like to be mean because they can.

But for whatever reason todays class just seemed worse. Other students were looking at you even weirder, like you just murdered someone. The professor wasn’t even looking at you, she was just giving the lesson and writing stuff in the board.

Was it your clothes? You smell? Acne? Your eye still even though it was covered? Maybe your eye bags that look bigger than your eye itself?

No, no it couldn’t be

You looked down at your paper notes, blood was dripping on them. Maybe just a bloody nose right? From stress?

Your hand reached up to make sure it was your nose, but it wasn’t. Now your heart was beating faster, you reached up to touch your left eye, where it’s covered. The bandage was wet as you touched it, looking at your hand it was bloody.

“Fuck!” You cried out, and some students looked at you in shock. Now the professor noticed, she immediately went over to you and that made you move.

“N-no! Stay back!” You yelled, and the professor listened. You wanted to cry, scream, tear out your lungs, maybe even jump out the window. Then no one could see your ugly eye.

You took off to the bathrooms. Ignoring some of the gasps or even laughs that echoed in your ears, you could hear the professor shush the class but you didn’t pay any mind to them.

Why is this happening? Why are you bleeding? Didn’t the doctors say it shouldn’t anymore?

Crashing into the bathrooms. You looked in the mirror even though you didn’t even want to. Your eye was definitely bleeding again, oddly that it barely hurt. The bandage was drenched in the red ink.

You sobbed, now the tears ran as your eye stung. You unwrapped the bandage, after grabbing several paper towels to hold up to your eye.

It hurt, it hurt really bad now. You couldn’t stop crying from the pain, which increased it.

“Holy shit.” You whipped your head to the female voice. It was a student from one of your class, her eyes were wide. She’s obviously never seen someone with a bleeding eye. I mean, who has? It’s not normal.

“Are you okay?” She asked after a minute of silence. She approached you, examining you. You couldn’t tell if it was a judgmental look or a genuine worries look.

“N-no..I’m not.” You sigh, the bleeding was slowly stopping…but boy did you not feel good.

The girl got close enough to fully see the bleeding eye that was covered in bloody paper towels. “Let me see it…” She didn’t even ask. “Uh..You don’t want to-” “But I do.” She cut you off.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t fight her. And if she wanted to see it? Fine! It’s not like you haven’t scared a billion other people with it. You removed the paper towel, your eye looking fresh again. Fresh skin and blood, it hurt so bad.

“Oh god,” the girl said. You knew it wasn’t pretty, it was awful to look at. “You need a doctor or something..that’s pretty bad.” You nodded, looking back into the mirror. The injured eye was still there, you’re just blind in that eye. “Let’s get you to the hospital,” she took your hand without even letting you reply, but you new it was for the best anyways.

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You hated hospitals. Even more now that you were in a car crash and had but put in surgery, knowing apart of you was open when you were sleeping. It makes your skin crawl.

Sadly the doctors had said your eye must be removed. Due to constant bleeding and dead tissue. Fuck, could this get any worse? Hey, why don’t you take both of my eyes while your at it! You thought.

“How long will the surgery be for?” You asked, staring at the several surgical professionals. “One to maybe two hours. It depends on how bad the damage is.” A female doctor answered authentically.

Get ready to sleep for almost two hours

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Timeskip bc lack of motivation

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Cairo was walking the side walk of campus, making her way to the greenhouse the college owned. Cairo had always loved plants, any green one specifically. Green was just her favorite, specifically forest green.

Her favorite thing ever was to write her stories while sitting in the greenhouse. So that was what she planned to do at the moment, it was quiet and on campus so whenever she had her next class she was already there. It was perfect!

Cairo had an earbud in, listening to a song by Gin Blossoms. She happened to walk by a group of students talking about something, she wouldn’t pay any mind only if she didn’t hear your name.

“Yeah, Y/n Y/l/n ran into the bathroom with a bloody face. No one knows why, but someone said she got in a car wreck a few months back.” A male student said, looking in the direction of his friends. “Oh my god.” “Jesus.” A few said. “Some girl helped her to the hospital yesterday. I think she’s still there.”

Cairo was shocked. You went to the same college she does? How in the hell did she not know that? Or ever see you? She assumed you moved states because of her. And you got in a car wreck?! So much was flooding her brain she stopped walking and forgot to move.

But wait, you were still at the hospital. She could see you. But would you want that?

Would it be rude to just walk in and say hi as if you’re still together or friends?

All these thoughts made her feel upset and nauseous. But she had to see you, she needed to. Even if you were to push her away this time, she at least needed to know if you were okay.

“Which hospital?” Cairo asked the group, making them turn and look at her suspicious. “Uh..(street name),” one answered. “Okay, thank you.” She the started to run off to that hospital, totally forgetting about her upcoming class.

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It was a bit of a run, but she managed to get there under ten minutes. She wasn’t sure how she was going to explain to you when she sees you. Nor how she’ll even greet you.

Approaching the hospital doors, she walked past them as they slid open. Cairo jogged up to the Receptionist’s desk. “Name?” The woman said, noticing Cairo’s hurry. “Uhm..Y/n..Y/n Y/l/n. I need to see her.” Cairo spoke out of breath. “Relation, dear?” “Uhh..”

Ex girlfriend? Traitor? Long lost friend?

“Cousin.” Cairo wanted to slap herself.

Really? Cousin? Even you would glare at her for that one.

“Alright, well. She’s in room 204.” Once she got the room number she didn’t hesitate to start running to the elevator. She was so lost in her mind she didn’t even care that the woman had yelled at her for running and to slow down.

Cairo raced to the elevator, pressing the button and her legs bounced impatiently. Once it opened she slipped inside and press the two button. The elevator music didn’t add anything less to her stress, it just increased it.

The doors slid open and she dashed through them, this time speed walking to the room so she knows which way to go.

201, 202, 203

204

She slowed down, opening the door slowly.

There you were.

Alive. Awake. Healthy? Maybe but Alive!

You turned your head from the doctor that was in there talking to you. Shocked, your one eye opened widely. Seeing the person you once cared for before your glass heart shattered. Maybe you still care about

“Cairo?” Hearing you say her name made her start to cry. Tears falling down her freckled cheeks. The doctor got up and left, not really wanting to be involved. It was your eye. Your eye was injured. Fuck.

“I-I..” Cairo sobbed, she didn’t know what to say. You stared at her in disbelief..but also you had a feeling in your chest. Your heart thumping.

She’s still as beautiful as before. Just in tears.

“Cairo…” you said again, even sadder.

“Y/n.” She replied with, her voice as sad as yours. She approached your bedside, and surprisingly you let her.

Cairo could see how your left eye was bandages up, some blood but nonetheless clean. “I’m so sorry..” she cried, “I didn’t know..I didn’t know until today. I-I didn’t even know you were still here.” She cried, wanting to be nowhere else than your arms.

“My parents fell broke. I stay in their basement, that’s probably why you didn’t know.” You said softly, seeing how she examined your face in horror.

“How bad is it? I only overheard what happened but..no details.” You scoff, of course rumors got spread. Probably thanks to that girl that had to use the bathroom at the time you were bleeding.

You sighed, looking up at her again to reply; “they had to get a removal.” You assumed she already knew about the eye, wether she was told or not. Just by sight.

Cairo gasped, her hands covering her mouth. She didn’t want to cry more than she already was. “I have no left eye.” You confirmed. She didn’t know what to say, still shocked and sorry for it all.

Even though you had another eye. How was she supposed to look into those angelic y/e/c eyes. Yeah she could look into your right, but it wouldn’t be the same.

She pulled you into an unexpected hug, mindful of the healing..well…socket. “I don’t know what to say. I’m..I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry I pushed you away. I didn’t mean to, I was just so upset and stressed.”

Her mom sadly had passed a few months because of lung cancer, after your breakup. She lost herself then, going into a tight depression. Even worse now she left you.

“I understand Cairo.” Those words hit her like a bus back. She didn’t think you’d forgive so easily. Let alone understand. “I’m sorry too.”

She huffed you tighter, feeling your heart beat against hers. “I heard about your mom, I’m so so sorry. I wish things were better. But..I think we can fix that.” Cairo pulled away to look at you.

“How? I already broke both of our hearts.” She sniffed, “how can I put back the pieces if I’m the one who shattered them?”

She had a point, she hurt you badly. But for a good reason.

“I know. But sometimes you’ve got to put those pieces back together..when you know that person who broke them is hurting their own.”

Tears swelled up again. Fuck she still loved you.

She still needs you, she wants you. She craves you back and your touch. She misses watching you kick a ball around on a sweaty field for hours, hearing you laugh as your Y/e/c eyes shimmer in the sun or moonlight. She misses you. Without even knowing it.

She looked into your eye, smiling wide as you tugged her into a kiss. Those soft lips against yours felt right again.

Sometimes broken hearts are put back together with the person who broke them. If they are hurting, themselves.

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Christ. I took longer than I should have, it also felt rushed at the end. But hopefully it’s good since I’m lazy to spell check at the moment

So let me know if I messed up 😭

#jenna ortega #cairo sweet #millers girl #jenna ortega x fem!reader #cairo sweet x reader #cairo sweet x female reader #wlw #wlw angst #angst with a happy ending

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nestofsalt · 3 months ago

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Rest in Peace Ava ~2013-2024

On Thursday, 8/22, Ava passed away. She had what the vet believes was a stroke, and they said the kindest thing was to put her to sleep. Ava came into my life unexpectedly 9 years ago in need of help. Her first owners had bought her for their kids and the kids had gotten bored of her long ago. They left her in the garage for the first 2 years of her life. She'd never had hay in her life, having eaten only Kaytee, she was overweight, and had one of the worst cases of ear mites the vet had seen.

She was aggressive at first, biting at anyone who reached into her cage. I'm sure this is something she quickly learned would keep prodding hands away from her in her old home, and the pain in her ears must have been pretty awful at first. The first few days we'd leave her cage door open, but she'd be too scared to explore. I remember when she finally took her first steps out of the cage, she never wanted to go back. She was frantic, running around for hours, flopping over for a few minutes, and going right back to running, jumping, and exploring. Ava'd likely never experienced a world beyond her cage and it was like she wanted to see it all before it was taken away from her again. In one infamous incident, she scaled a baby gate and broke the tip of a nail. Once she seemed to realize she was able to do this everyday, she calmed down, and there was no longer a frantic energy to her explorations.

After her ear mites were treated, she was introduced to our Dutch rabbit, Mordecai. The two hit it off instantly and were inseparable until Mordecai's death two years ago. We had once had a rabbit rescuer tell us Mordecai had terrible rabbit manners, and I think Ava was the same, and perhaps that's why the two of them worked so well.

Ava was fearless and feisty. She had a grunt that sounded like a deep growl and wasn't afraid to bat at you when she was pissed. She would run up and down the stairs, exploring the whole house without fear, much to the distress of Mordecai who was too scared to go down the stairs. He'd wait at the top of the stairs for her, until she returned or until one of us carried him down to join her.

Two years ago, Ava got really sick with an unknown infection. She had cysts in her face and lungs. A long course of antibiotic injections cleared the infection, but unfortunately the cyst in her face was behind her eye and was pushing on the eye and it had to be removed. At that point, she was about 9 and the surgery was her only option but risky. Ava went to the vet for her surgery, and that night, Mordecai took a sharp decline. It was like he had been holding out for her and once she was gone, he let go. Mordecai was rushed to the vet and it turned out he had cancer. There was nothing that could be done except keep him comfortable.

Ava recovered from her surgery, her illness, and losing Mordecai and we were lucky to have her in our lives for 2 more years. She was slowing down, she developed arthritis and had to eventually be put on Meloxicam for life, but was still as feisty as ever. She'd been doing really well these past few weeks, but unfortunately her age and health caught up with her.

Rest in Peace Ava and Mordecai, together again.

#personal #ava #bunnies #pet death

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ahlis-xiv · 2 months ago

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Well it's been about two months so I suppose I need to post an update about why I fell off tumblr and pretty much all socmed.

(warning: family member death, terminal illness, animal illness)

On August 1st my husband, Travis, went to see his PCP about these odd hearing issues he'd been having with certain sounds. The dr., after hearing his symptoms and learning about other issues that had happened earlier on decided to do a CT scan to see if it would turn up anything.

And it did: the scan revealed a tumor had begun to grow in his left occipital lobe. After that everything was a series of revelations one worse after the other. We went to the ER, had more scans done, and that tumor in his brain was a result of metastatic colon cancer. He has lesions in his lungs, liver, and a significant primary tumor in his sigmoid colon.

I'm not going to go into the terrible nitty gritty of what all that entailed except overnight our lives came crashing down. Since then he has had surgery + gamma knife radiation treatment to deal with the brain tumors (he also a much smaller other lesion too besides the bigger one, but it did not need physical removal) and has recovered very well from it. We have been running between doctor visits, doing blood work, chemo, having home health visits and trying to keep our wits while letting the relevant people know what has been happening.

Right now I am his primary caregiver and staying busy looking over him as he follows through on his current chemo regimen of infusions every 2 weeks plus an infusion pump he takes home with him for 48 hrs post-infusion day. He's about to have his 3rd infusion and so far he's handling it as well as expected for a 1st line treatment plan. Further surgery is not planned but it's not off the table, we just need to see how these drugs are handling his cancer and go from there.

And as if this wasn't awful enough between all of this happening my mother had to go to the hospital for similar gallbladder issues that I had a few years ago, and then my uncle (my father's twin brother) suddenly passed away and none of us could go to the funeral in Greece. Toasty Marshmallow, our wonderful and precious cat, has also started to have some balance issues with his back legs and we're still trying to find out why; he has a vet appointment for some more labs and x-rays later this week. ALL of this happened within the span of a month. Needless to say, I have been having A Time of It. Travis was not given a great prognosis, as is typical of stage IV cancer, but we are trying to remain optimistic yet realistic. We will do what we can and what we must to keep him happy and as healthy as possible, for as long as we can.

Now that we've gotten into some semblance of a routine with what has happened I think I can finally breathe a little and get back into something to get my mind off the impending everything that is my life now. I might even play XIV again and pick up where I left off lol.

Guys, life as you know it can end in an instant. Go hug your fam, your pet, and if not that take a moment to breath and be thankful. Nothing is forever, but enjoy it while it's there.

#; ooc #mandy says a thing #I'm not gonna tag a lot of stuff here but I am going through it rn #I'll be okay one way or another but hoo boy

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nye-the-ravenclaw · 4 months ago

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Hogwarts Legacy (Modern Medical AU)

(I’m currently watching medical dramas now and I just needed to get it out of my system - I’m sorry Medical Professionals and Nursing Dept if its inaccurate. It’s lengthy so more under the cut.)

MC / Protagonist : Emergency Medicine / Trauma Surgery - Caring for illnesses or injuries requiring immediate medical attention (ER) as well as a history in conducting surgery for trauma wounds (stab, car crashes, crushes, falls, 3rd degree burns, gunshot wounds)

Definitely someone that jumps into action and the jackknife of medicine. Able to perform under high pressure and maintaining her cool. She works alongside Head Nurse (ER) Everett Clopton who is just as high-strung, reactive and able to keep up with her. Pages medical specialists for various patients, so she sees her colleagues periodically. Ominis Gaunt does come by to discuss certain patients’ care when required but the ER is frankly too noisy and fast-paced for him. In extreme situations where there is no medical posts or other specialists available, she is able to perform trauma surgery or provide assistance.

Sebastian Sallow also likes dropping by often to check in on her unannounced (though he also secretly enjoys the heated atmosphere of the ER).

Sebastian Sallow : Cardiothorasic Surgeon - Performing surgery on organs in the chest, such as heart, lungs and esophagus

Smart, fast, performs well with the adrenaline that comes with high pressure heart and lung surgery. Withstands long hours of precision surgery, able to perform bedside manner with respect and care. His need to jump with an action that is risky and yields the most results with success makes him prime for this department as nothing can be more dangerous than taking someone’s heart out and resetting it a hair away from death if done by the untrained and the weak-hearted. And Sebastian is none of those things.

Ominis Gaunt : Public Health / Health Policy - Researching evidence-based medicine and working with physicians to improve guidelines for treatment of conditions

The blind son of the Gaunt family, a renowned powerhouse and stronghold of medicine in the country. Ominis chooses to work at their least affiliated and poorest hospital (coincidentally also the furthest). His job is purely desk-bound, assisted by Anne Sallow as they work together to improve policies and garner funds for the hospital in the name of public health. Though nothing will stop them from heading out into the field to handle cases that they prefer to approach hands on.

Anne Sallow : Infectious Diseases Specialist - Diagnosing, treating and preventing infections in patients

An expert on Infectious Diseases and was a surgeon-in-training. After she had been diagnosed with cancer, she had to give up her studies to be a surgeon. She decided on helping others instead at a higher level with Ominis. Shrewd, confident and charismatic, she and Ominis make sure the hospital is run to a t while dealing with insurance companies, philanthropists and the Gaunt family board members. She is in remission.

Natsai Onai : General Surgery - Performing surgery, treating diseases of abdomen, breast, head, neck, blood vessels, digestive tract, injured and deformed patients

The best surgeon this hospital has. She transferred over from Uagadou and with her experience, she is able to accomplish any surgery easily. With her strong need to help people, she has amassed extreme knowledge and drive to learn as many possible ways to carry out surgery on different ailments. She also allows the hospital direct affiliation with her mother hospital in Uagadou for resources and second opinions on abnormal cases.

Garreth Weasley : Pediatrics - Medical care of infants, children and adolescents

Family and children have always been a pillar of Garreth’s life. A cheerful and positive doctor, Garreth is a natural with children and has a hand in his family’s pharmaceutical company for manufacturing the branch of vitamin-based supplement chewables that are friendly for children. He is definitely an advocate of wearing a mask in his clinic as children really are the melting pot of diseases. He occasionally organises parties where he makes a lot of mind-numbing drinks for the other doctors, but those are rare as everyone never stops working and no one is willing to work hungover. He works alongside Poppy Sweeting often as their departments intersect. In a pinch, he is also able to deliver babies.

Poppy Sweeting : Obstetrician Gynaecologist - Treatment of pregnant woman, delivery of babies and the care of women’s reproductive organs and health

A firm but comforting presence in the OB/GYN unit, Poppy follows her patients from advisory stage and into the delivery room. When facing complications, she is able to keep her cool and remains a strong pillar of support for starting families. Poppy’s grandmother was an OB/GYN as well and Poppy decided to follow in her footsteps.

Leander Prewett : Oncology - Diagnosis and Treatment of Cancer

With family and history in medicine, Leander follows after the footsteps of his parents who are prolific doctors, gleaning their expertise and knowledge as pioneers in Oncology. While it is a study that is rife with morbidity, Leander possesses the tenacity and drive to keep a cool head and determine the best treatment and clinical trials for his patients.

After Anne was diagnosed with cancer, Sebastian stopped by Oncology way more often than he should for Prewett’s liking as he is akin to a fireball. But after working with him, Leander finds himself open to accepting newer, and riskier forms of clinical trials with an improved set of guidelines he formulated with Sallow’s opinion. In the past, he had low confidence in himself and believed that Sebastian was better suited for Oncology than he was, but after taking on Anne as his patient and seeing Sebastian’s reactions - it cements Leander’s confidence that only those with his measured temperament can do his job.

Imelda Reyes : Neurosurgery - Prevention, diagnosis and treatment of disorders that affect the nervous system, brain, spinal column, spinal cord and extra-cranial cerebrovascular system

Extremely intelligent, precise, determined and focused, Imelda possesses an eye and expertise for the human brain like no other. She does not tolerate nonsense in her office and in her operating room as one wrong move throws a patient into brain damage for life, a fate she decrees worse than death. She plays chess and sports in her spare time, her chess skills equal to being a grandmaster.

Amit Thakkar : Pharmacy - Dispensing and advising medical practitioners, patients, and nurses on safe, effective and efficient use

While it seems like a job with little excitement, it is the clear attention to detail and memory of every drug and pill in his storage that separates Amit from the rest. On top of dispensing medicine, he is also adept at chasing away unwanted abusers of his counter and is currently an advisory to procuring, discerning and looking for new drugs that could speed up patient recovery with lesser side effects.

Everett Clopton : Head Nurse with MC in Emergency Department - Directs nursing service activities in the emergency room

Everett is a trusted second-in-command to MC, and is able to handle, support her orders, and keep track of all patients and their welfare in the room. His main forte is dealing with all chains of command and patients in the chaos with a smile on his face and a sliver of veiled threats to keep them in line. He also takes time to make sure that MC is not overloading herself as she has a penchant for taking on more work than she should.

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(I know I’m missing some friends but they should be reserved for other areas such as anathesiologists, radiology, psychology, that sort. I might add on the Professors as well, but that is another post.)

Extra

Lucan Brattleby is definitely an intern with a flair for surgery but for which department? If anything I know he definitely idolises Sebastian and has a minor crush on MC.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ravenclaw mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #garreth weasley #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #leander prewett #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #everett clopton #Hogwarts legacy medical fic headcanons #if i have time i might write something for it #lucan brattleby

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obliqueblade · 11 months ago

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End of Season 9 + health update (kinda)

So, I finally got a chance to watch most of the Hermits videos about the end of season nine, just finished with Grians, and I was not anticipating that I would cry.

I did. An embarrassing amount.

Something that I haven't talked about in a while, is the recent really bad health crisis I had a few months ago. For those unaware, or who don't remember, I was diagnosed with a form of Lung Cancer almost three years ago.

A few months ago, one of my roommates, allowed her partner into our apartment knowing that they had Covid and didn't tell me or our other roommates. I got sick. Really sick. I don't want to go into too much detail, because it is not pleasant, but since then my doctors and I had to change almost everything about my treatment plan, but the major thing we were unsure of was how would it affect one of my upcoming surgeries.

Originally, this was set for mid-January, but my doctors wanted to run some more tests and make sure that I would be strong enough to undergo it. At the time in late October, they told me they would know for sure by December. And, a few days ago I got the call to go and meet with them.

I'm not strong enough.

Which, essentially means that without this surgery, all they are really going to be able to do is keep me comfortable until I pass.

Obviously, this sucks, and not at all how I had intended things to go. I've not told any of my family, mainly because I don't really know how to at this time. Tomorrow being Christmas it feels wrong to do it now, so I'll probably wait till after the holidays.

Do not worry, I am still making progress on the fic, as it isn't strenuous to do.

Anyway, I felt that I needed to write this with the end of the Hermitcraft season. I had only started watching Hermitcraft during season 8, not long after I had gotten my diagnosis. So season 9 was my first time watching a full season- start to end.

I think that might be one of the reasons I got so emotional towards the end. Realistically, depending on when they start season 10, I won't be alive to see it, let alone the end of it.

Obviously, I'm not saying "they need to start the new season now because I'm dying, and screw how burnt out you guys might feel". That would be ridiculous, and not the point I'm trying to make.

The Hermits introduced me to so much joy, such much creativity, and so much strength. The days I felt like were the end, were made so much brighter, because of the Hermits.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I probably wouldn't have made it through the past two years without them.

So, in the only way that I hopefully can with the time I have left, I want to complete this fic. I want to attribute something back to this amazing community, and the people that got me through so much.

Thank you, Hermitcraft, for making the last few years of my life feel like they were worth living.

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drarvindkumar09 · 3 days ago

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wraithsoutlaws · 4 months ago

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spent over 6 hours at the hospital today with family as my aunt was pulled off life support and its just. bizarre the suddenness of it all. she had heart surgery a couple months ago and they found she also had stage 3 lung cancer but she died of a totally unrelated infection that went septic, they still don't know where it came from or how it was caused and its hard to grasp it I guess. My core family has all lived on the same large property pretty much my whole life, so we've always been pretty close. we go on road trips and camping trips every year. she hosts all the holidays for the family and we cram into her little house and eat some delicious meal she cooked. I hate knowing that her last conscious moments were fear and pain. I know despite all her recent health issues she never considered death as a tangible possibility which is almost irresponsible because she left so much more work for everyone to figure out but I think it underlines the fear she had of it and it just feels really tragic.

i know her one stated wish was that her dog gets euthanized and his ashes are buried with her, so that's another tragic thing that has to be done. for the record the dog is also riddled with health problems and tumors (he was given 'a couple months to live' 2 years ago so he's managed to hang on but he has next to no quality of life and can hardly walk, i think he'd really suffer living without her). i dunno the whole thing is just so sad.

im okay, I'm just kinda at a loss, its gonna be so strange without her. She had a lot of complications after her heart surgery (her wound re-opened and she was struggling a lot with that), so at least she's not suffering anymore

#death cw

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abrushwithdeath · 1 month ago

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((So, long awaited life update on why I haven't really been around in the last couple months:

I've been working full time all year when I was only supposed to be doing part time- this is fine, though, because the extra money is good and my sister and I finally booked a trip for next summer that we've been trying to save money for for 8 or 9 years, so that's great! But that does mean that I have a little less time than anticipated, and as a night owl who now has to be used to being up between 5:30 and 6 in the morning to get ready for work, that adjustment hasn't been easy ^^; But it's been made even LESS easy by the fact that about a month ago we took in a tiny kitten who was crying underneath our house. We named him Remy (after the one and only Remy LeBeau <3) and I love him dearly... but kittens are also a lot of work because they get into EVERYTHING. And they're so small that they can fit in small spaces that you didn't expect. On top of that, he's had to be quarantined since we got him because he still hasn't been tested for FIV (he had an appointment for his shots and a check up at the beginning of the month and my sister was supposed to ask them to test for FIV while she was there but she didn't... so now he has to wait until I take him next Tuesday for his second round of shots and see if they can do it while he's there THIS time). Being quarantined has meant we've had to keep him in one room at all times (which is what we would have done, anyway, while he's this little- it also allows for slower meetings of the older cats which will help them possibly get along better when they're finally around one another more). We will also be getting another kitten if he tests negative for FIV because it's not good to have just one kitten under 6 months, even with older cats around (there's something called "Only Kitten Syndrome" and it can lead to a lot of behavioral issues). Anyway- because of watching him, I've been only getting 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night every night for a month and it's running me a bit ragged ^^; Then there's the worse stuff (tw: death, cancer, for those who want to avoid those and stop here): Early last month my grandmother passed away pretty unexpectedly after a week or two in the hospital recovering from a fall. Come to find out she'd had a stroke (and had been having a lot of mini ones that she didn't know were strokes and kept playing off as just "old age") and every time they stabilized her, she got bad again soon after. There was no funeral or anything, which somehow feels worse and has consistently given me this weird feeling of "did this really happen or not?" because I didn't even get a chance to see her in the hospital before she passed. My father also had a bunch of polyps removed from his intestines over the summer and the largest one came back testing positive for cancer. They just this week ran more tests and, thankfully, they cancer hasn't spread to his heart or lungs, but they DO need to do a pretty big surgery to remove a piece of his intestine very near to his colon which is a risky procedure because patients are more likely to bleed out when the surgery is done in that area. After the surgery, he'll be in the hospital for a few days to recover and for them to keep an eye on him, and then he'll have 6 weeks in which he can't really do anything except rest because he'll risk injuring himself and/or internal bleeding. Last week, my aunt's partner (they weren't married, but they had been together for 7 or so years) passed away and, while that didn't have a big impact on me (because I didn't know him well), it was still rough on her and some other family members, so that was also... not great.

But, yeah. It's been a rough couple of months and I'm very, very, tired. I do want to come back because I miss writing Rogue, but it's gonna be a little bit longer, especially with all the things going on with my dad. Thank you all for your patience and understanding in the mean time <3))

#ooc.#tw death #death tw #cancer tw #tw cancer

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yaskie · 8 months ago

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Fighting for Cancer

All Stickers and emoji sales will be used for Uncle Dindo’s medical debts and balances for his wake and burial, Auntie Sam’s and my ongoing Hormonal and chemo treatment. We also set a targeted amount through our goal for donations. We thank you all, thank you so much for everything. We deeply appreciate all donations and purchases that will be made. To all who have helped me in the past. I am eternally grateful. Please help me share this post, reblog. It will help me a lot. ❤️‍🩹❤️🩷🧡💛 Hello Dear friends, I hope you are all doing well. It’s been a long time since I have made an update about my health and everything that is happening to my life. Life has been so busy. As you read the title for this campaign. Yes, Fighting for cancer, as some of you know I fought with the same battle several years ago, to my friends who helped me financially and all. My never ending gratitude to all of you.

I became okay and I chose to deal with financial struggles myself, because I know that I am already giving too much burden to my friends over the course of more than a year. I went back to do regular jobs despite lower grade pays in order to survive, and pay the remaining debt for my medication. Where I live, we are paid daily, not hourly and daily wages are between $12-$15/day. And work 8-12 hours a day. Unfortunately, life does not always end like a fairytale. I am doing this campaign again. Not just for myself but for the other two people that are important to my life. I guess this battle runs into the family. I lost so many family members battling this. I lost my Dad to Stage 4 lung cancer last 2015. And last night(March 25,2024) I lost my Uncle Dindo in the same battle, after several months of intensive treatment. It left us drowning with hospital bills, and debts and it cost us nearly $130,000 and is still running. Uncle Dindo left her wife and two daughters, one who is deaf and mute. Not only that, my Aunt Sam, is also dealing with her Stage 3 Breast Cancer, and it costs us almost $2,000 - $3,000 a week. Her right breast has already been removed. But she is also under close observation. And she was forced to have her unpaid leave at her job, as she needed rest. This also adds up with the financial struggles that we are dealing with too. We have bad healthcare here in PH. And if you are not rich you will die easily. As for me. After I survived my battle in the Lungs. Tumors have popped up in other parts of my body, most of them are benign(but closely monitored for changes), if there will be malignant tumors again that will also pop out too. If you will see my previous posts, last year there had been a concern about my breast and a surgery was needed, but I decided not to proceed and I went through herbal medication, as it is the most affordable way. They helped me, but some backfired. And I am so afraid to lose a body part. Unfortunately, I got bad pneumonia on-off, and the pain in my right breast is unbearable, after several tests. I am diagnosed with Stage 1. Doctors have already warned me in the past about this. And I also asked for a second opinion, because last year it was just only a close call. I will currently take hormone medication, and another chemo. I do not want another surgery at the moment, if it can be avoided. I have high hopes that I will survive this. I can still do jobs to pay for home and other bills. And be with you all.

I decided not just to do this campaign alone, but I also made a Ko-Fi Shop to sell digital stickers. With a collaboration and help from a friend, we currently made 11 printable stickers that you can print on the comfort of your home or print shops with a size of 2x2 inches. You can also use the emoji stickers through your streaming channel, please message me through my Twitter, so I can follow your stream. And for those who printed the physical stickers, it would make us happy if you can tag a photo of them through my twitter. You can put them through notebooks, tumblrs….etc.

Here is the link for our Ko-Fi Store.

Please follow me on twitter or here on Ko-Fi for updates. As we are still working on more Sticker designs. We Can-CerVIVE.

I appreciate all the help that we could get. And thank you so much for understanding. Please take good care of yourselves. Never take your health for granted. Health is wealth. And prevention is better than cure.

Love, Jasky(Your Eternal Sprout)

P.S. To my friends in-game don’t worry you will still see me <3 I love you all! Stay happy and smiling. These are the digital stickers that we are currently selling.

To all my friends, I badly need your help. Please. Thank you. Sorry for tagging you. Reblog and if you can tag your friends too. Thank you for understanding.

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intriga-hounds · 2 years ago

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beau is going to be ok but here’s what we’ve been dealing with:

last friday, beau yelped when jumping off the bed and started limping. my parents took him to the vet and the vet said it was probably something soft tissue so to just rest him for a bit.

by sunday, beau stopped eating.

by monday, he was on his 3rd vet trip. they did xrays and found a weird fuzziness in his chest cavity. we thought maybe he had pneumonia.

the vet told my parents that beau had lung cancer, an enlarged heart, and lung torsion. the vet said he had days to live. my dad was devastated. i called him and he was a wreck. he was preparing to euthanize because fluid in the chest was making even breathing painful.

i packed a bag, canceled my root canal for today, and prepared to drive to nevada to be there for my dad.

we called starfyre silkens, beau’s breeder and co-owner, who urged my parents to get a second opinion with a specialist before making any dire decisions. they originally were going to drive to CA for a vet, so i stopped packing. then they found one in NV. so i was kinda in limbo and everyone was stressed tf out.

the specialist immediately drained the fluid to make beau more comfortable (the GP vet wouldn’t do it bc they said it might kill him??), then took new xrays. they told my parents there’s no way anyone could diagnose cancer or really anything at all from the original blurry xrays that had fluid obstructing the view.

after many tests, surgery was suggested as the only way to figure out what was going on. hernia was suspected as a best case scenario, but regardless, the vet said whatever it was, it did not seem life-threatening. at this point, we all felt like we could breathe. my dad sounded optimistic, so i decided to stay home.

the surgeon, who has operated on many sighthounds and is eminently esteemed in his field, found a faulty lobe in beau’s lung today. it was removed and sent away for testing. no cancer, no lung torsion, no heart issues, and no hernia were found.

beau is stable and in the ICU. this should not affect his life in any way once he recovers, but the next 24 hrs are critical. i will get an update tomorrow.

#beau #fuck that GP vet #and thank god for jolene at starfyre 😭#she’s an angel #beaupdate

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years ago

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on a dime, your whole life can change

or: Ice breaks the news of his cancer diagnosis to his goddaughter

like father, like daughter masterlist

warnings: swearing, cancer diagnoses, canonical deaths, this picks up right off of a piece i’m still writing, like father like daughter pieces are intentionally small, unedited

word count: 1.7k

Your godfather sighs as he sits down next to you on the porch swing, causing you to glance up from your book.

"How you doing?” He asks as you tuck your bookmark in between the pages, shutting the book softly. You shrug.

“I’m okay, I think.”

He hums. “You excited to be back home for a little while?”

You nod. “Shame it’s for this though.”

After your Dad’s accident, you had submitted a request for extended caregiver leave to care for your Dad as healed up. The request had gotten approved, no strings having to be pulled on Ice’s part. It would be unpaid, but honestly, at this point in your life, a paycheck was the last thing you cared about.

Your Dad would be a few weeks out from getting cleared to move back to Miramar from Pensacola so you and Ice had headed home, leaving him under Slider’s watchful eye to get ready.

It would be an adjustment, you being home with your Dad and uncles at the same time. But it was an adjustment you were willing to make and you were all too happy to be close to them again.

“I’m excited to have you here though. Gonna make this conversation a little easier knowing I don’t have to send you back out right after.”

You cock your head. “What do you mean? What conversation?”

He sighs. “Kid, I’m really sorry to have to tell you this on the heels of what has gone down with your Dad but we- well, really, I can’t hide it from you any longer.”

You shift, concern growing in your stomach. “Ice, what’s going on?”

Ice blows out a breath through his teeth, unable to meet your gaze. “I’m really sorry, kid.”

“You’re scaring me, Ice.” You whispered.

Ice’s got the same look on his face that he did when he had to be the one to tell you Carole wasn’t getting better, your Dad too distraught after Bradley’s reaction to the news.

It’s the same cautious look, like he’s going to do his best to keep his goddaughter from falling apart when her whole world has been turned upside down.

“Okay, just gotta rip the band-aid off.” He whispers.

It’s unusual to see him like this, which is making the pit in your stomach grow.

Had someone else been hurt? Was Bradley okay? Had something happened to him? What couldn’t he hide anymore?

“Kid, I have cancer.”

It feels like breathing has suddenly become impossible, all the breath being sucked from your lungs in that moment.

Part of you wants to bite out a bitter laugh, unable to fathom that this is happening again.

How much more unfair could life get?

“It’s up in my throat. The doctor’s are optimistic. Say they caught it early and that they’re...”

Ice’s voice drown out as you swallow, unsure of what to do.

When Carole had been sick, you’d turned to Ice, unwilling to burden your father or Bradley with your emotions about the loss of Carole. They’d needed your support more than they needed your tears and you knew you had to be a rock for them.

Ice had made you feel safe enough to break down, had allowed you to cry to him more than you ever thought you could. It was a needed support, one you wouldn’t have been able to get through without.

But this time, it was Ice who was sick. He’d have to go through the hell that is chemo, lose his hair and his appetite, suffer painful surgeries, wither away right in front of you. He couldn’t be there for you, living the diagnosis every day of his life.

Your Dad would be losing another one of his best friends, Slider too.

And this time, Bradley was gone. There was no comfort or support to be found in his hatred.

This time, you were all alone.

“How’d she take it?” Slider voice murmurs from the living room. They all thought you were asleep, no idea you were sitting on the stairs in Ice and Sarah’s house. You tucked your head into the fabric of your elephant-covered pajama pants. They’d been a gift from your Dad in high school, unsure of what to get you for Christmas. They were a little goofy, but the sentiment and thought was sweet and they still fit, becoming a pair you slipped on when needing a little extra comfort.

“Worse than I thought she would honestly.” Ice mutters back.

“What happened?” Your Dad says. He’d gotten back this evening, a bittersweet arrival. As much as you were relieved to have your Dad near, it’d been tamped down by the knowledge of the fact that he had to have known what Ice was going through.

How long had they all known and chosen to keep it from you, to walk on eggshells around you?

Wasn’t this something you deserved to know, that your godfather, essentially your second dad for all intents and purposes, was dying and there wasn’t a goddamn thing you could do about it?

“I thought for a minute there she might start freaking out or crying or get angry or anything but she was just...” He trails off. “She just shut down.”

“She didn’t talk to anyone for three days.” Sarah says softly.

“That poor kid probably thinks she’s going to lose everyone important to her by the time she’s thirty.” Slider’s voice sounds.

“With the way things are going, she might.” You hear your Dad say.

“Over my dead body are you leaving your daughter Mitchell.” Ice rasps out. “Hell will have to freeze over first.”

“Let’s be realistic here for a second, okay, Kazansky?” Your Dad snaps. “We can be optimistic all we want about the prognosis but she knows just as well as everyone else in this room does that it doesn’t fucking matter how optimistic the doctors are. She watched cancer destroy her only mother figure, who’s to say it won’t destroy you?”

“Mitchell...” Slider sighs, but it’s too late, the sounds of your Dad attempting to leave the room echo in the hallway. “Jesus Christ, Maverick.” Slider says and the sounds of someone helping your Dad back to the couch can be heard even from your position in the hallway. You can’t stand the thought of your still-injured father trying and failing to stand and leave.

“We’re all fucking struggling with this, Pete.” Ice snaps after a few moments. “This isn’t easy on any of us. In case you forgot, I was that girl’s main support when Carole passed. I didn’t forget all the nights she crawled into my bed and cried while she was over here.”

“She needs you Ice, you can’t leave her yet.”

“Oh, and you think she doesn’t need you?”

Ice’s words are harsh, full of heat, and you wince again.

Ice sighs after a few moments. “Pete, I’m going to do everything it my power to be with her. I know what I took on when I agreed to be her godfather. The last thing I would ever want to do is leave that kid alone.”

“I think we should let the two of you talk.” Sarah says softly, and the sounds of her and Slider leaving the room make their way to you.

You know you should move, not knowing what would happen if they all knew you had overheard this conversation but you can’t seem to bring yourself to move.

“Night Sarah.” Slider mutters to the woman as she disappears into her bedroom. Slider pauses as the foot of the stairs when he notices you sitting at the top step. “Kid-”

You stand up, walking back towards your room as Slider’s footsteps follow you. The bedroom door slams behind you, the lock clicking shut, just as Slider reaches it. You can hear him jiggle the doorknob before knocking on the door.

“Kid, let me in please? Talk to me.”

You plop down on the bed before anger thrums through you, propelling you off the bed and wrenching the door open.

“You want me to talk to you? Let’s talk about how it’s not fucking fair I have to lose my godfather over fucking cancer. Let’s talk about how I am in fact, terrified, I am going to lose everyone I love by the time I’m thirty. Let’s talk about the fact that I no longer have anyone I can turn to for support because everyone needs me to support them more than they can handle me being upset. Let’s talk about the fact that I have to be the one to keep it together because-”

You blink, realizing Slider isn’t the one in the doorframe.

It’s Ice.

He sighs. “Kid, you’re not alone in this. It’s going to be okay, I promise. You still have so many people in your life who love you and aren’t going anywhere, including me. I’m gonna fight like hell, I promise-”

You’re slamming the door shut before you even realizing it, the hollow promise striking somewhere deep in you.

Carole had said the same thing long ago. Look at what had happened. Look at all you had lost because of it.

A sob escapes your throat as you fall back on to the bed, hand flying up to silence it.

Your chest physically ached with all the weight you were carrying and there was nothing more than you wanted to hug Bradley in that moment.

The ache made you angrier, confused as to why he seemed to be appearing in your mind so much lately, how the anger was somehow drowning out underneath the knowledge that you missed him.

He should’ve been here to comfort you and somehow the thought makes you angrier, your chest heaving as you sobbed.

Lately, it all felt like drowning. You felt unable to carry the weight of your Navy service, becoming restless in the career you had chosen for yourself.

The career that had always been laid out for you.

You missed Bradley and that made you angrier.

And now, now who’s to say they wouldn’t all become a memory? That you wouldn’t end up all alone?

Would this ever be over? Would this feeling ever end?

Underneath the sobs and the heaving of your chest, through the sounds of the knocks on the bedroom door, you weren’t so sure.

#top gun: maverick fic #top gun: maverick #same mistakes #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #like father like daughter

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

What was a dream came true turned into a nightmare for reader when she found out her mother was sick. She was forced to do something she didn't want to do in order to visit her mother and she was faced with the greatest dilemma of her life. Sebastian or her mom?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 19/28 (Might add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : fluff, illness and death reference

Word count : 10k words

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Chapter 19 - Nightmare

Somewhere in Los Angeles, California - August 14th 2023, 9.30 am

The silence in the car was deafening as she registered the information Aurora just gave her.

Her mother had cancer?!

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she heard it. It couldn't be!

"Give me the phone." Y/n said, her voice shook as she felt her heartbeat raised and her whole body felt weak.

Aurora immediately gave her cellphone to her and watched as she called her father's number.

"Hello." Her father answered.

"Dad.. mom has breast cancer?" She asked, blinking rapidly as she tried to stop herself from crying.

"Y/n? Yes, I.. I just told you. Wait.. you sound different." Her dad responded and she sighed.

"Ahem... yes.. I.. I was crying a little." She said, trying to make her sound more like herself.

"Oh honey. I've been wanting to tell you but your mom wouldn't let me." Her father replied and she raised her eyebrows.

"But why? Why wouldn't she let me know?"

"She.. umm.. She didn't want to bother you. You have been out of work for months and this is your first job after getting laid off so she didn't want to cause trouble for you."

"Oh mom.. " She sighed again. Her mother's selfless behavior was something she admired and inherited but sometimes it was too much.

"Besides, we weren't sure. There was a couple of weeks wait until the whole diagnosis came out and it finally came out today and well... it's not good."

"Oh dad.. I'm so sorry." She couldn't help but feel tears streaming down her face.

"Yeah.. me.. me too." Her father sniffled and she couldn't help but cry even more.

"How is she now?" She asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"She's.. Well.. as fine as someone with breast cancer can be. You know it has spread to her lungs but it's not big. The doctors are telling her to get surgery, chemo and radiation. But, we need to talk to you before we decide anything because you know.. There are probably alternatives out there that we can try. We need to ask your opinion on them."

"Oh.. yeah. There are alternatives aside from conventional treatments."

"Yeah.. so.. I think it's best if you could come here so we can figure this out together as a family."

"Yeah.. yeah.. Of course, dad. I'll come there as soon as I can."

"Great! Thank you so much sweetie. Let me know when you're going to come."

"I will."

"Okay. Bye now. Love you sweetie."

"Bye dad. I love you too.. And tell mom I love her too."

"I will."

And with that she finally hung up the phone. As soon as she hung up she started crying again. She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment she was happy with Sebastian and now suddenly she was faced with the possibility of losing her mother for good?

"I'm.. sorry.." Aurora said and she sniffled. She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Aurora."

"So.. what are you going to do?" Aurora asked.

"I..no.. we need to go and visit my parents. I can't let you go alone."

"What? And leave the situation with my family behind?!"

"Aurora.. " She sighed, not believing how selfish she could still be. "My family's situation is a life and death situation! Yours is.. Well.. we can deal with it later!" She shouted, gritting her teeth.

"Fine, but I won't go unless you promise me something." Aurora said and she just rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"Break up with Seb and marry Adam."

"What?!" Her jaw dropped.

"Break up with Seb otherwise I won't come with you." Aurora clarified and she felt like strangling her neck.

"Are you serious?!"

"Yes! You want me to come with you to visit your parents, in return for that I just need you to marry Adam so my parent's company will fall to me and not that bitch cousin of mine!" Aurora shouted, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes glinted with anger.

She closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, not believing Aurora would force her to choose between two people that she loved the most. Of course, she knew she would never sacrifice her mother for anyone, not even Sebastian. But to also marry a man she didn't love? Heck, a man she didn't know? How she wished they were switched back that very moment. She never expected herself to want to switch back to her own body as much as she did that day.

"So?" Aurora asked and she opened her eyes.

"Fine. I'll break up with Seb." She said dejectedly.

"And marry Adam." Aurora continued.

"Look.. about that. I barely know the man. Can you just.. I don't know, give me more time to think about that?" She asked.

"But that's the only way I can guarantee myself to inherit my dad's company!" Aurora protested.

"Aurora.. Are you sure you're willing to sacrifice your love life for your dad's company?" She asked but soon regretted asking her that. She didn't need to ask. Aurora never had a love life as far as she knew.

"Yes!" Aurora replied. "Men are trash anyway, unless they can give me some kind of advantage."

She rolled her eyes at that and couldn't believe a person like Aurora existed.

"But we're switched forever! It's not YOU who are going to inherit your dad's company. It's ME! And it's not YOU who are going to marry a jerk. It's ME!" She shouted, finally losing her patience with her.

"But if we switch back, I can still inherit my dad's company." Aurora insisted.

"Ooh I would love for us to switch back but how? How?!" She asked, throwing her hands up in the air.

"I don't know but we'll figure it out. There is no way! No way I'm staying in your body forever! That Gypsy woman may be dead but there are other people like her out there that can help us out! I'm sure of it!"

She stared as Aurora stared back at her defiantly. Aurora was right, there must be someone out there that could help them switch back. Or maybe they can switch back naturally as long as they already learned their lessons, like what happens in movies.

"Wait.. maybe we just need to learn our lessons. You know, like in the movie Freaky Friday?" She said.

"I've never seen that movie. Isn't that like.. A kid's movie or something?" Aurora scoffed.

"Well, maybe but it's more like a family movie." She explained, annoyed at Aurora's remarks.

"Whatever. What happens in the movie?" Aurora asked and she proceeded to explain the movie and how it ended.

"So, based on the movie we just need to learn the lesson of appreciating and understanding each other, then we can switch back!" She said, snapping her fingers.

"Okay.. so, I need to appreciate you more? Is that it?" Aurora asked.

"Yes. And as hard as it is, I also need to appreciate you more." She said and Aurora rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I'll start. Y/n.. after spending a month in jail as you, I now understand how hard it is being ugly and talentless and to be broke. Because of that I will never ever mock you or make fun of you ever again, because that hurts. Even if it's true. There." Aurora said and she sighed.

"Okay.. well.. Aurora.. After spending a month as you I now understand that being you is not as great as it seems. There are things you deal with like being lonely and being looked down on by your family and I think I kind of understand where you're coming from and why you are the way you are. I think deep down you're just insecure." She said and Aurora narrowed her eyes at that.

"You think I'm insecure?" Aurora asked, raising her voice a little.

"Well.. a little, and I understand that and I appreciate that you can hide it and still be an amazing.. Umm.. model." She said as Aurora glared at her.

"There. Let's not make this into another shouting match, shall we?" She said and Aurora nodded.

"Fine. What do we do now?" Aurora asked.

"Umm.. maybe try and close our eyes?" She said doubtfully.

"Okay." Aurora nodded and she leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes.

She tried to really feel deep sympathy towards Aurora's problems and understand her life more, even though it was hard, especially compared to her own life situation. Her mind wandered back to her mother and she couldn't help but feel her eyes prickled.

Then a breeze went past them and her heart jumped at that.

She opened her eyes once the breeze had left them and turned to the side to find..

Her face staring back at her.

Her heart plummeted at that.

"Ugh! This is not working!" Aurora protested.

"Look.. maybe we will switch back tomorrow after we sleep tonight. Or.. there is something else we need to do. In the meantime, until we figure that out, I think we should take things step by step. Right now we need to go and visit my parents. After that I'll fix things with your parents and we'll try and figure out how to switch back after that. If we haven't switched back by then."

"Okay. I agree." Aurora nodded.

It felt strange to her that she and Aurora would agree on something, but maybe that was the first step they needed until they could switch back.

"Good." She nodded and she turned the car's engine back on and drove them back to Aurora's castle.

7135 Hollywood Blvd, Penthouse, Los Angeles, California - August 14th 2023, 8 pm

Y/n sighed as she sat on the dining table alone, staring at the vegetarian lasagna she made earlier that evening for dinner.

Sebastian's shoot was scheduled until 6 in the afternoon that day and he was supposed to be already home. But it was 8 and he still had not come home.

After she picked Aurora up in the morning they went back to her castle and she started the preparation to visit her parents. Her parents lived in Berkeley, California. She had booked a flight for the next day and told her dad she was coming.

She also talked a bit with her mom but somehow she couldn't talk much. She ended up just crying and her mom seemed to also cry at the other end so they ended up not talking much. She missed her mom so much and really wished she and Aurora could switch bodies the next day. She couldn't imagine visiting her parents and had to act like she was Aurora the whole time.

But of course she had no idea if she and Aurora were going to switch bodies again the next day. All she could do was pray and hoped that they would.

Aurora almost didn't let her go to Sebastian's penthouse that evening. But she insisted by telling her that she was going to break up with him that night. So in the end Aurora gave her permission to go.

Yes, breaking up with Sebastian. That was the plan. She wasn't sure if she could do it. But she needed to. For her mom's sake.

She didn't want to do it over the phone or text obviously. She needed to talk to him in person and tell him everything.

She knew cooking for him wasn't going to make things easier but this was the last time she could cook for him so she decided to just do it.

She was about to pick up her cellphone to give him a call when the elevator at the entrance opened and Sebastian came in.

He looked tired but his face brightened immediately as soon as he saw her.

"Mi reina! I'm so happy you're here!" He said, walking in long strides towards her.

She stood up and smiled at him.

"Of course I'm here. I told you I would be here." She said as he finally reached her and immediately gave her a hug.

"I'm sorry I came home late. Anthony was making a ruckus. No one was able to focus because he was goofing off so much." He said as he released her, making her smile.

"I should have guessed. I thought you had the shoot with Rooney today?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah I did but then we continued the shoot with the boys." He said, referring to his friends who also played his friends in the movie.

"Oh okay." She nodded.

"I've missed you. Being on set isn't the same without you." He said as he gazed at her, drowning her in his gorgeous ocean blue eyes. Oh how much she was going to miss staring at those eyes.

"I've missed you too mi rey." She said, feeling a pang in her heart as she let herself drown in his eyes.

He smiled and placed both hands on the sides of her face then leaned closer to her to give her the most heartfelt kiss ever, making her heart burst out of her chest.

Oh how was she supposed to break up with him? She couldn't!

Her eyes started to prickle as she realized what she was going to lose. How could Aurora be so cruel? She couldn't break up with him! But then the image of her ailing mother appeared in her mind and she realized she had no choice. Besides, if she and Aurora switched bodies the next day it was for the best that she broke up with him that night to make things less weird. She didn't trust Aurora could break up with Sebastian in the least hurtful way possible and she didn't want that for him.

"Are you hungry?" She asked, breaking the kiss.

"Not really, I had some protein bar on the way back from the studio because I was so hungry then." He replied as he stroked her cheek gently, sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh okay. I made vegetarian lasagna in case you still want to eat." She said.

"Of course I want to!" He said as he released her face and turned towards the dining table.

"That looks and smells delicious!" He commented and she smiled.

"I hope it does taste good." She said as they sat down on the dining table across from each other.

"I'm sure it does! Your cooking is always amazing mi reina!" He said, making her smile.

"So, do you like it?" She asked slowly moments after they started eating.

"It's absolutely divine!" He gushed, making her smile.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah. I could eat this everyday honestly." He said as he took another spoonful and hummed in appreciation.

His words tugged at her heart and she realized that breaking up with him was going to be the hardest thing she would ever have to do.

They continued to eat in silence as she tried to form the words in her mind. She was struggling to find the reasons for breaking up with him but she tried understanding Aurora's point of view and finally found the perfect reason. She just hoped Sebastian would accept it.

"So, what did you do today?" Sebastian asked.

"Oh, I.. umm.. Y/n came back today. I spent the day with her." She replied.

"Oh, she did? I hope she's okay."

"Well.. not really. Her mother has breast cancer and she's going to go back to visit her and her dad but she came back here and asked for a favor from me." She said, making things along as she said it.

"Oh my God. That's awful!" He said, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Yeah." She sighed, trying not to cry as she remembered her mother.

"What favor did she ask from you?" He asked.

"Well.. umm.. her family needs a lot of money for her mother. You know. For chemo and stuff and she wanted to borrow some money from me."

"Oh I see. How much does she need? Maybe I can help too." He said and her heart softened at that.

"Umm.. around ten thousand dollars." She said, remembering the research she did earlier that day where she found out how much conventional therapy for cancer usually cost.

"I see. I can help give half of it and you can give the other half." He said and her jaw dropped.

"Really?" She asked, her eyes widened.

"Yeah. I mean. It's the least I can do. Cancer is just awful. I can't imagine how she's feeling right now." He said, his eyes looked a little sad.

She didn't know if she could fall even more in love with him but there she was. She wished he was a jerk instead of an extremely kind gentleman so she could break up with him easier, but of course he was never a jerk and that was why she loved him.

"Thank you so much mi rey, that would mean a lot to her. More than you know." She said as she extended her hand and squeezed his hand gently.

"Oh it's not a problem, mi reina. You know sometimes I feel kind of responsible for her. I mean. I introduced her to you so yeah. There's a bit of a connection between us. If you know what I mean."

"Yeah.. yeah.. of course. I understand." She said, feeling her heart soar at his words.

"But nothing like us of course." He smiled as he picked her hand up and kissed it gently, making her heart flutter yet at the same she felt a little sad.

"What's wrong?" He asked, releasing her hand. As always it seemed like he had sixth sense about how she felt. Maybe she should just break up with him now and get it over with. She thought, taking a deep breath.

"Umm.. Sebastian.. I.."

"Woof woof!" Suddenly Zander came barking in. He apparently just woke up from his nap on the patio.

"Oh, there you are my good boy. Here boy.. here boy." Sebastian said, cooing as he stroked Zander's fur.

"Has he eaten yet?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Umm.. no. He was asleep the whole afternoon." She replied.

"Oh okay. Come here boy, let me get you your favorite." He said as he stood up and went towards the kitchen.

She sighed as she watched him go and realized maybe she should wait before breaking up with him and try to find a better moment to do it.

Half an hour later they finished their dinner and had cleaned up everything. They sat together on a sofa in the living room side by side, the TV was on showing his favorite show but she barely watched it. Her mind was busy trying to find the courage to say the dreaded words to him.

She sighed as she tried to calm herself by focusing on her senses. Their hands were linked together and she tried to ingrain the feeling of his hand on hers onto her memory, along with his signature scent which had wafted into her nose.

She turned to face him and kissed his cheek gently, making him smile. He turned to face her and he leaned closer and kissed her lips gently. Soon they ended up having a passionate kissing session on the sofa. With every kiss and touch she tried to absorb them all and store them into her memory. He would most likely be the first and last man she would ever get the chance to be with and she didn't want to waste it.

"Let's go to the bedroom." She said, breaking the kiss as his hand started to travel towards her breast.

"Okay." He said huskily.

He stood up and with one movement carried her into his arms, making her squeal in surprise.

He laughed as he started to carry her bridal style towards his bedroom, slowing down every now and then to kiss her.

He kicked the bedroom door open and laid her on his bed gently, and soon they were lost in the act of love and lust.

Once again she tried to memorize every single touch and every single kiss from him. Hoping she would never forget them until the day she died. She let herself drown in his love and enjoy every single thing he did to her.

"I love you so much, mi hermosa reina." He said several minutes later after they reached their peak together.

"I love you so much too, mi rey guapo." She said breathlessly as the amazing feeling washed over her.

However, she couldn't help but cry as she looked up at his gorgeous face, realizing this could be the last time they made love.

"Mi reina, what's wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I just.. I love you so much mi rey. So so much!" She sniffled and he smiled.

"I love you so much too mi reina." He said, gazing down at her softly as his hand wiped the tears on her cheek.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me." He said gently, making her heart soar in her chest.

"And you are too. You have no idea." She said, making him smile again.

He leaned down and gave her a gentle and loving kiss on her lips then he let her go and laid down next to her.

"I can spend every night like this with you." He said as they laid side by side staring at the ceiling. His hand slowly crawled towards hers and he squeezed it gently. Her heart tugged at that and she wondered again how she could ever say the words that would break both of them?

"Yeah.. me too." And I really wish I could. She thought sadly.

She looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths as she tried to gather the courage to say the dreaded words to him. After what felt like forever, she finally had gathered all her emotions and stored them neatly in the back of her mind and thought of her mother. Yes, her mother. She would do anything for her mother including losing the love of her life.

She took a deep breath, cleared her throat and finally spoke "Sebastian, I need to say something."

She waited for his response but he didn't say anything back. His hold on her hand had loosen and when she turned to look at him, his eyes were already closed.

She sighed as she realized that he had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell steadily as he slept, his mouth opened a little. He looked so at peace, making her heart swell in her chest.

No, she couldn't do it. She wouldn't wake him up for this. It would be inconsiderate to wake him up for this. In fact it would be cruel. So she decided to do it in the morning. Hoping she wouldn't switch bodies with Aurora yet.

She ended up staring at him, drinking in his every feature. She couldn't believe how lucky she could be, being able to love and be loved by this amazing, kind and handsome man.

She knew she would never ever find someone like him ever again. In fact, she decided right then and there that her heart would belong to him forever. If she and Aurora successfully switch bodies again, she wouldn't even try and find another man. But if she and Aurora didn't switch.. well.. she would try and persuade Aurora not to force her to marry Adam. There must be something she could do. Aurora didn't care for Adam, all she cared about was inheriting her father's company, so maybe she could do something else aside from marrying Adam to make sure the company falls to her hands.

She sighed as she focused back on staring at him. She placed her arms around his body and hugged him tight, making him stir a little.

"I love you mi rey." She whispered.

"Hmm.. I love you too mi reina." He said as he placed his arm around her without opening his eyes and hugged her too.

It felt very comfortable in his arms. His warmth, his scent, his broad and big chest made her feel at home that it didn't take long for her to finally fall asleep in his arms, thinking it would be their last time together.

She got out of the taxi that brought them from the airport to her parents' house and her heart plummeted at the sight. People wearing black were walking into the house and she could see more people inside wearing black.

No.. it can't be! She thought internally as she walked closer towards the entrance of the house with Aurora following behind her.

She looked back and saw Aurora, in her own body, walking with a somber look on her face.

She looked down at herself and at her hands then touched her hair. She pulled at her hair and looked down to find that she had her own hair color. She then touched the glasses she was wearing and it finally clicked.

She didn't realize she and Aurora had switched bodies!

Feeling strange with everything she finally arrived at the front door and opened it slowly.

Inside she found her family, her cousins, aunts and uncles, all wearing black. They all looked at her as she entered and their faces said it all.

Her heart sank even deeper into her stomach as she looked around and found her father, standing next to an open casket.

"No! Mom!" She shouted in agony as she quickly ran towards the casket and found her mother's lifeless body lying inside.

She was too late! How could she be too late!?

Tears started to stream down her face as she looked at her mother's peaceful face.

"Mom! No! Don't leave! No!" She sobbed as she placed her hand inside the casket and touched her mother's face.

"Mom.. no.. please no.." Her heart felt like it was ripped to pieces as the devastating fact washed over her. She felt like she was going mad. The grief was pulling her in and she didn't know how to get out of it. Her heart ached tremendously, making her feel weak.

She was drowning in grief for what felt like forever until she felt a gentle shake and heard a familiar voice calling her.

"Mi reina.. sweetheart.. wake up.."

"Wake up my love.. wake up.."

She blinked several times and when she opened her eyes she found his face, the love of his life was looking down at her with his eyebrows knitted together. His hand held her shoulder gently and she realized she was dreaming.

"Sebastian?" She croaked as relief washed over her. Her mother was not dead! She was dreaming!

She immediately pulled him close to her and hugged him tight, wanting to make sure he was real and that she really just had a nightmare. His warmth and signature scent wafting to her nose made her certain he was real. Oh how relieved she was to realize that!

"Yes, I'm here Aurora. I'm here. Everything is okay." He said as he held her tight.

Aurora? Yes, she was still in Aurora's body apparently. What they did the other day didn't work.

"I'm so happy to see you." She said as she let him go and wiped the tears from her eyes.

He smiled and stroked her cheek gently.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"I.. I had a nightmare." She sighed, trying to erase the memory of the devastating dream from her mind.

"I could see that. You were crying and trashing about and calling out your mom." He said, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, did I?"

"Yeah. What happened in the dream?"

"Umm.. I had a dream that my mom died." She said and his eyebrows raised.

"Y/n's mom's condition must have affected you." He said and she nodded.

"I.. I guess.." She sighed, wishing he knew the real truth.

"But your mom is okay? Right? I mean.. she's healthy and everything? Because after your cousin's gala I was kind of scared of how she would react with us leaving her like that."

"She's fine." She replied even though she didn't really know.

After the gala Aurora's mother called her but she didn't pick up. Aurora's mother ended up just leaving her a message telling her how disappointed she was with her and she hoped she would come to her senses. She just replied saying how sorry she was and that was the end of it. She hoped Aurora's mother really was okay. She hated to think that she could probably make her sick or something.

"That's good to know." He smiled.

"Yeah.. Sebastian, there's something I need to tell you." She said, realizing she had a job to do that day before she went to visit her parents.

"Oh okay, what is it? Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Yes." She nodded slowly, feeling her heart ached already at the possibility of breaking up with him.

"Okay." He nodded.

She gazed at his eyes, trying to find the strength and courage to say it.

"Umm.. I'm going with Y/n to visit her parents. I have no shoot scheduled this week so I'm free. And I thought I could accompany Y/n and see how her mom is doing and maybe give the money from us to her directly. You know." She finally said.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't break up with him. Not yet. Not when she was already feeling so vulnerable after the dream. Her heart couldn't take it.

She decided she would do it after she got back from her parents'. Aurora didn't need to know the whole truth. At least not yet.

"Oh okay. Where does her parents live?"

"Berkeley, California. I've booked plane tickets for noon today." She said and he nodded.

"Okay. I wish I could come but you know I'm busy with the shoot this whole week."

"Yeah. I know."

"Well, I'm gonna miss you mi reina. That's for sure. But I'm really happy you would do this for Y/n. She needs all the support she can get."

"Yeah, she does."

"When are you coming back? I can probably pick you up from the airport."

"Oh, Sunday."

"This Sunday, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll pick you up. What about today? Is Nelson available to take you to the airport?"

"Yeah. He can take us. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. Well, I have a shoot in two hours so I have to get ready." He said dejectedly.

"Yeah of course."

"Want to join me in the shower?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes and she smiled.

"Sure, why not."

"Great." He smiled and leaned close to kiss her lips gently.

As she walked together with him towards the bathroom she wasn't sure she could break up with him. But she knew she had to. She just didn't want to think about it yet.

1408 Acton, Berkeley, California - August 15th - 2pm

Her eyes traveled along the big red building outside the taxi's window. It felt like forever since she passed her former high school. The building looked the same as always with its red brick walls. She smiled as they passed the front of it where on the first day of high school a baseball hit her face, thrown by some boys from the front lawn. She had expected something like that to happen back then, having experienced similar things in elementary and middle school so she remembered just rubbing her head and moving along towards the high school's infirmary.

The taxi kept on moving towards her parents' house. Well.. her house for the first twenty two years of her life. She went to UC Berkeley, which was ten minutes away, so she thankfully had more time to stay with her parents than most college girls.

She felt kind of guilty that the last time she visited her parents was last Christmas. But then she was busy, got laid off, and pivoted to an acting career before the whole shenanigan with Aurora happened. She didn't have time to visit her parents and she felt guilty about it. She was unemployed for three months before she decided to move to LA. She could have visited them but decided to stay in Silicon Valley, waiting for job interviews which never happened.

Well, she was grateful she still had the chance to see her parents and spend time with them. Even if she was in someone else's body.

All throughout the plane ride from LA to Berkeley she told Aurora everything about her family and showed her pictures of them as well as her extended family. She also described her life as much as she could so Aurora could behave and say things accordingly. It was a miracle to her that Aurora was quiet throughout the whole thing and just listened.

Aurora of course asked her if she had broken up with Sebastian and she just mumbled an uh huh while nodding her head. She thought Aurora would be suspicious of her response but thankfully she didn't and they managed to get to Berkeley without any drama.

Minutes later they finally arrived at her parents' quaint one story house. Located among other small townhouses in the neighbourhood, her parents' house had beige brick walls and was surrounded with lovely trees and shrubs.

She didn't realize how much she missed the place. Her parents' house was what someone would call homey. Well it really was a nice and cozy little house. Nothing extravagant like Aurora's castle but not as small like her apartment either. It was just right.

She paid the taxi then opened the door. She stepped out and found her parents both already standing in front of the front door, smiling from ear to ear.

She smiled back at them but realized they were smiling at Aurora, who was smiling back at them awkwardly.

They picked up their suitcases from the trunk of the taxi then walked towards her parents.

"Y/n, dear, it's so good to see you again." Her mother said as they arrived in front of her parents.

Her mother hugged Aurora tight and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

"My, look at you. I think you've lost a lot of weight!" Her mother commented as she released Aurora and studied her body and face.

"Yeah, a little." Aurora shrugged.

"What happened to your face, Y/n?" Her father asked, studying Aurora's face.

"Oh, I.. umm.. tripped and my face hit the pavement." Aurora said, making things up.

The cut on her left eyebrow was of course not healed yet as well as the bruises on her cheek. She had tried putting concealer on them but they were still visible.

"Oh Y/n. You never change, do you." Her father chuckled.

"Well, you know me. Bad luck follows me around. It's a miracle I'm still alive." Aurora said and her parents laughed while she just narrowed her eyes at Aurora.

"Hello Mrs.Y/l/n." She said, extending her hand towards her mother.

"Oh hello, you must be Aurora Watson. So good to see you dear. Y/n has been telling me so much about you." Her mother said as she extended her hand and she shook it.

Her heart broke at how her own mother reacted towards her, like a stranger. Oh how much she would give just to be able to hug her like she usually did whenever she visited them.

"Oh, likewise." She smiled. "How are you Mrs.Y/l/n? Y/n told me about your condition."

"Oh, well, I'm just taking things day by day, you know." Her mother smiled and patted her hand but she couldn't help but notice the sadness in her eyes.

"Hello Aurora, nice to meet you." Her father said, smiling and extending his hand towards her.

"Hello Mr. Y/l/n, it's so nice to meet you." She smiled as she shook his hand.

"Well come on in. We've been waiting for you. Your mom made your favorite dish, Y/n. I hope you girls are hungry." Her father said as he opened the front door and they all walked inside.

"Oh that's great. We haven't had lunch yet." She said as she dragged her suitcases inside and Aurora followed her.

"Oh that's perfect then. You're going to love what Y/n's mom has made." Her father said, turning to her and smiled.

"Oh, what did you make Mrs.Y/l/n?" She asked.

"Fettuccine carbonara, Y/n's favorite dish." Her mother replied. Indeed it was her favorite and thinking about it brought back so many memories.

"That sounds delicious." She smiled as they arrived in the living room.

She looked at her mother which looked normal to her. She did look a little tired but overall she looked okay and she was very relieved at that.

"I hope you also have some salad?" Aurora asked.

"Salad? Oh, I'm sorry dear, I didn't prepare any. But there are some vegetables in the fridge. I can probably whip something up for you in a minute." Her mother said.

"Thank you, mom. That would be great. I learned from Aurora that eating vegetables with every meal is important." Aurora said and she glared at Aurora. Aurora noticed her glare but didn't say anything else.

Yes, it was impossible to ask Aurora to be considerate of others. She was a textbook narcissist.

"I did say that, but you really don't have to do that Mrs.Y/l/n. I mean, we don't want to make you tired or anything." She quickly said.

"Why thank you, Aurora. That's really nice of you to say that. But it's okay, I can whip up a garden salad in minutes. It's okay. Besides, you're right Aurora, having vegetables in every meal is important. Especially for someone like me." Her mother chuckled.

"Well, I can help you Mrs.Y/l/n." She said.

"No, it's okay dear. Y/n can help me." Her mother said, turning to Aurora.

"Oh, of course, okay." Aurora nodded, making her smile a little. It would be interesting to see Aurora prepare something for herself.

Her mother picked Aurora's hand and guided her to the kitchen, leaving her alone with her father.

"Just leave your suitcases here and have a seat at the dining table." Her father said.

"Okay." She nodded and left her suitcases standing by the sofa.

"So, how long are you planning on staying here, Aurora?" Her father asked as he walked to the dining room with her.

"Oh, until Sunday. I have a movie to shoot next week so I can't stay longer." She replied.

"I see. By the way, we only have 2 bedrooms, are you okay sharing a room with Y/n?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's fine." She nodded.

"The bed is a single bed but there's a sofa you can use. I hope that's okay. If not, I can help book a room for you at a hotel nearby." He said.

"Oh, that won't be necessary Mr.Y/l/n. I'm okay with sharing a room." She smiled.

"Okay. That's good. I mean, I thought you would have wanted to stay somewhere fancier and not share a room with my daughter." He responded.

"Oh, well, I thought it's better for me to stay here so I can give her more support." She replied. There was no way she was going to leave her parents with Aurora alone. She needed to stay so she could keep an eye on her.

"Oh, right. How is she taking all of this?" Her father asked. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, it's been hard on her." She replied, feeling her eyes prickled.

"I bet it is. It's been hard on me and her mother too of course. I mean, we all know cancer is tough to beat. But we try to be hopeful." Her father replied, smiling at her but his eyes showed sadness.

"Mr.Y/l/n.. if there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask." She said, reaching out to touch her father's hand.

"Thank you, Aurora. That's very considerate of you." Her father smiled at her as he patted her hand.

"No problem Mr.Y/l/n." She smiled back.

"Y/n! What is going on? It's as if you've never cooked before." Her mother's voice traveled from the kitchen and she sighed.

"I better go and check on them." His father said as he stood up.

"Maybe I can help too." She said, standing up as well and following him to the kitchen.

"Honey, what's going on?" Her father asked as soon as they entered the kitchen.

"Oh nothing. I just asked Y/n to cut the vegetables while I prepare the dressing. But the way she used the knife is like she has never cooked before." Her mother shrugged.

Indeed, when she looked at Aurora she was holding the knife as far away from her fingers, as if afraid it would come alive and hurt her.

She shook her head and sauntered over to her.

"Here, let me do it." She said.

Aurora immediately gave her the knife and excused herself to the bathroom.

"I'm going to prepare some drinks." Her father said as soon as Aurora left and left her alone with her mother.

"I'm sorry about her, Aurora. You shouldn't have to do this." Her mother said.

"It's okay, Mrs.Y/l/n. Y/n just probably has a lot on her mind." She said as she started to chop the lettuce.

"My condition stresses her out doesn't it?" Her mother said.

"Well, yes of course. She even had a dream that you.. that you.." She trailed, pausing her movement as she remembered the dream she had last night and tried not to cry.

"That I'm dead?" Her mother asked, looking at her with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Well.. yes." She said, looking up at her mother and sighed.

"I think I need to talk to her." Her mother said.

"Maybe." She said, looking down and continuing in chopping the vegetables.

"In any case, thank you for being here, Aurora. I'm sure it means the world to her." Her mother said, smiling at her.

"I'm happy to be here Mrs.Y/l/n. And I would love to help in any way I can." She responded.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. And I'm sure Y/n does too." Her mother said and she nodded.

"You're welcome Mrs.Y/l/n." She said, smiling back at her.

Moments later they were all seated at the dining table next to the kitchen. Four plates of fettuccine carbonara were served with a big bowl of garden salad, glasses of lemonade and water.

Aurora immediately took a small bowl and filled it with the salad while she opted to start right with the fettucine.

"Mmm.. this is really amazing Mrs.Y/l/n!" She said as soon as she ate the fettuccine.

"Thank you, Aurora. I tried my best." Her mother replied, beaming at her, making her heart warm.

"By the way, you look great Mrs.Y/l/n, as in, the cancer doesn't seem to really affect you." She commented.

"Well, thankfully the size of the tumors on my breast and my lung aren't that big. I just sometimes feel out of breath and the one on my breast hurts sometimes. But I can still handle it." Her mother said and she couldn't help but admire her.

She hoped she didn't say those things just because she thought she was sharing them with a stranger. As her real daughter she really wanted to know her real feelings and conditions.

"That's good to know Mrs.Y/l/n." She said.

"Yes, well.. enough about me. Tell me about yourselves dear. Y/n told me you're an actress! That must be really interesting!" Her mother said.

"Well, it can be overrated." She said as she glanced at Aurora.

"What do you mean, dear?" Her mother asked.

"Well, it looks glamorous. But the amount of hard work that goes behind it is sometimes overlooked." She said and glanced at Aurora who was nodding her head.

"That is true. It requires talent and hard work." Aurora said and she raised her eyebrows. Talent which you don't have. She grumbled internally.

"And what is it like working as a personal assistant Y/n?" Her father asked.

"Oh, it's.. umm.. obviously not as hard as being an actress. But it's okay." Aurora shrugged, glancing at her while she just narrowed her eyes at her.

"Being a personal assistant is even harder I think." She chimed in.

"Especially if the person you are working for is a difficult person." She continued and this time Aurora looked at her and narrowed her eyes at her.

"But thankfully, Aurora here is a great employer." Aurora said, giving her parents a fake smile.

"You know the average salary for a PA is just around 3 thousand dollars a month but Aurora is paying me 6 thousand." Aurora said and her parents' eyebrows raised.

"Really? You're paying my daughter 6 thousand a month?" Her father asked, clearly impressed.

"Well yes. And that's because I asked her to work for me 24/7 and also during the weekend." She responded.

"And I think it's fair, it's even more than fair, it's very generous." Aurora said haughtily.

No amount of money is worth working for you 24/7. She grumbled internally.

"I agree. That is very generous." Her father said and she frowned, wishing she could tell her father how it actually was.

"I mean. I'm sorry dear, but we can definitely use the money for your mother." Her father said, looking at Aurora and her heart tugged at that.

"Oh, Y/f/f/n, don't say that. Aurora doesn't need to know that." Her mother protested.

"It's okay Mrs.Y/l/n. How much do you need?" She asked, turning to her father.

"Well, thankfully insurance will cover most of the cost. But we're also thinking and looking at alternative treatments. Unfortunately, insurance won't cover them." Her father replied.

"What kind of alternative treatments?" She asked.

"Well, there's this clinic in San Francisco, about half an hour away from here, that offers a more holistic approach to treating cancer. I was thinking that while you are here, maybe tomorrow we can go there together and see what they have to offer." Her father said, glancing at Aurora.

Aurora stayed silent and she kicked her feet under the table.

"Ow!" Aurora yelped.

"What happened, Y/n?!" Her mother asked.

She glanced at Aurora, silently asking her to respond to her father.

"Oh, nothing. I just hit my feet on the leg of the table." Aurora responded, chuckling awkwardly.

"Oh okay. Be careful dear." Her mother said, looking at Aurora in concern.

She continued to glare at Aurora and Aurora finally spoke again.

"By the way, yes, of course. I can go with you to San Francisco and see the clinic. Maybe Aurora can go too." Aurora said, glancing at her.

"Yes, I would love to come." She said.

"Well that's great! And that's very nice of you Aurora for wanting to come too." Her mother said, smiling warmly at her.

Of course, mom. I would do anything for you. She thought internally.

"Oh, it's no big deal Mrs.Y/l/n." She said, smiling back.

"As it happened, my boyfriend, Sebastian and I want to give some money to help for your treatment Mrs.Y/l/n." She said.

"Wait, he does?" Aurora asked.

"Yes. I told him I wanted to give you 10 thousand dollars but he said he would contribute to half of it." She said and Aurora glared at her.

"Wow, that's very generous of you Aurora!" Her father exclaimed, his eyes widened and his mouth turned up into a smile.

"Yes, well. I will cut it from Y/n's pay. So.." She said, looking at Aurora as if silently trying to tell her that she was willing not to be paid as long as she could contribute to her mother's treatment.

"Yes, and I believe that would mean you won't pay me for one month?" Aurora asked, staring at her.

"Yes, that's right." She nodded.

"Okay." Aurora nodded.

"Wow, that really will help your mother immensely." Her father said, smiling at Aurora then her.

"Thank you so much Y/n dear and thank you Aurora." Her father said, smiling at her.

"You're welcome Mr.Y/l/n." She said, smiling back at him.

"By the way, your boyfriend? I thought you broke up with him?" Aurora asked, raising her eyebrows at her and her face fell.

"Uh.. yes, about that.." She trailed.

"Will you excuse us for a moment, mom, dad?" Aurora said as she stood up and dragged her arm so she stood up as well.

"Oh okay, dear." Her mother nodded, looking a little surprised.

She braced herself as she followed Aurora out of the dining room and out into the patio in the backyard.

"You haven't broken up with him, have you?" Aurora asked, turning to face her and folding her arms on her chest.

"Umm.. No.. I couldn't.. sorry.." She grimaced and Aurora's eyes immediately bulged.

"Before you go off on me. I promise I will after I get back. It's just that I had a dream that my mother died and I was so emotional and I just.. I couldn't do it. I'm sorry." She said as she took a seat at one of the seats near her and looked down, her head hung.

Aurora didn't respond and took a seat next to her.

"You don't know how much he means to me, Aurora." She said, her eyes started to prickle.

"He's just a man." Aurora shrugged.

"No, you know he's not. He's an amazing human being, the kindest and most considerate man ever and well.. him being good looking helps a lot." She chuckled.

"Well, yeah, he is I think number two in terms of looks from among the boyfriends I've had." Aurora said.

"Number two? Who's number one?" She asked, looking up at her curiously.

"Well.. umm.. his name was Chad. He was my boyfriend in high school." Aurora said and if her eyes didn't play tricks on her, Aurora's eyes seemed to water a little.

"What happened?" She asked.

"He.. had leukemia. He died in our senior year of highschool." She explained as she blinked rapidly, like she was trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry." She said as she felt a pang in her heart. She never knew how Aurora could have a similar life experience with her.

"Yeah, thanks. It was a long time ago. I've moved on." Aurora said. Except, she felt like Aurora had not moved on. Maybe it was the reason why she had not let herself really fall in love with other men and instead did what she did.

Again, she never thought she would ever feel sorry for Aurora but there she was.

"Anyway, back to you and Seb." Aurora said, her face turned cold.

"Aurora, it's unclear whether we'll ever switch back into our own bodies. I mean..I would love for us to switch back! But the fact is we don't know whether we will ever switch. So, even if your dad's company falls to you, it won't fall to you but to me!" She said, trying to make Aurora see her point.

"I don't care. I just don't want that bitch cousin of mine to take what is rightfully mine!" Aurora protested.

"But Aurora, do you even know how to run an investment firm?" She asked in disbelief.

"No, but I'm sure Adam does. That is why you need to break up with Seb and marry Adam!" Aurora exclaimed and she shook her head.

"Well, I won't give you the money if you don't break up with Seb." Aurora threatened.

She sighed. She would do anything for her mother, so of course, she had no choice.

"Fine. I will. Once we get back I will." She said dejectedly.

"I won't give you the money until you do. Got that?" Aurora said and she nodded.

"Fine." She replied.

"Good." Aurora said and she stood up and went back inside the house, leaving her alone.

This was going to be one long week, she thought. Well, a week minus one day. They were going to stay in Berkeley for six days. She wished she had more than just six days but she was scheduled for a shoot for Pumping Black the next week for a month and then they were off to Paris for the rest of the shoot. She hoped her parents would be okay that she couldn't stay long. However, she didn't count on how much her mother needed her to be by her side.

Anatara Medicine 1700 California Street, Suite 520 San Francisco, California - August 19th - 10 am

It was the fifth day of their stay in Berkeley. The day after their arrival, they went to San Francisco to accompany her mother to the alternative clinic.

They were met by a nice and friendly doctor, dr. Ahvie who happened to be the founder and medical director of the clinic.

After reviewing her mother's case based on previous tests, dr. Ahvie explained the alternative treatments that they could offer. Even though some of the treatments were not approved by the FDA, somehow dr.Ahvie's explanation made sense.

After discussing them and researching for more information about what the clinic could offer and reading a lot about testimonials from other patients of the clinic, her parents decided to go through with the treatments the clinic offered. There was only one problem, the treatment cost 50 thousand dollars for three months and was not covered by insurance. Her parents only had 40 thousand dollars in savings and needed help to get the other 10 thousand. It was a godsend that Sebastian and Aurora were willing to contribute the 10 thousand dollars that was needed.

They were in the clinic that morning, accompanying her mother who was having her treatment. It was the third day of her treatment and her mother had shown some signs of detox. The treatment consisted of full body detox and her mother was starting to feel the effects. She seemed to be more tired. She also said she had a headache and felt nauseaous. She hoped her mother would feel better soon.

Her mother was inside one of the treatment rooms, Aurora sitting close to her with a nurse who was administering the medicine through IV. She sat in the waiting room with her father, watching her mother and Aurora interact through a window that showed the treatment room.

They seemed to be talking and her mother smiled and laughed at whatever Aurora said, making her curious.

Well, she was afraid that Aurora wouldn't be able to adapt to being in her house and interacted with her parents while trying not to make them too suspicious. But she was surprised that Aurora ended up being able to do both, adapt and not make them suspicious. She remembered what Y/n told her about her family and she also eventually was able to do things around the house such as cooking and cleaning, much to her surprise. It seemed her time in jail transformed her into someone better. And it seemed like Aurora enjoyed being around her parents, which surprised her too.

"So, what time are you going back to LA tomorrow?" Her father asked.

"Oh, the plane is scheduled to leave at 1.30 pm Mr.Y/l/n." She replied, turning to face him.

"I see. I'm sorry. But, is there any way you could give my daughter some more time to stay here? Her mother needs her now more than ever." Her father asked.

She felt a pang in her heart as she heard it. She did think about asking Aurora to stay behind while she went back to LA. Seeing how Aurora was able to interact well with her parents made her confident that she could leave Aurora behind. But she didn't know if Aurora would agree.

"Well, I don't mind Mr.Y/l/n. But I need to ask her first." She replied.

"Of course. I'm sure she won't mind either. I just don't know whether you will need her back in LA." Her father responded.

"Yes, well. I can manage on my own. And there are other assistants available to help me during shooting. So I don't really mind." She said.

"That's really nice of you, Aurora. Thank you so much." Her father said, smiling wide at her.

"You're welcome Mr.Y/l/n. I'll ask her as soon as we get home." She said and her father nodded.

It wasn't until after dinner later on that night that she finally got the chance to ask Aurora.

They sat on chairs on the patio at the back of the house, just enjoying the streams of lights hung on the trees in the back garden and the sound of unseen crickets. It was so tranquil and lovely. She remembered all those years of enjoying the same atmosphere while she was still living there. Never in a million years she thought of ever sharing the atmosphere with someone like Aurora. And being in a weird circumstance too.

"So.. umm. I want to thank you for coming here with me and willing to visit my parents. And moreover for being so nice to my parents." She broke the silence.

"You're welcome, Y/n." Aurora said, turning to her and smiled a little.

"I know how it feels to have someone you love being sick. So.." Aurora trailed.

"Yeah. Thank you." She said, remembering Aurora's ex Chad.

"Anyway, I.. umm.. I hate to ask you this but. Earlier today my dad asked if maybe you could stay behind while I go back to LA. Because he said my mother needs you. I mean.. she needs me but since I'm in your body so.." She trailed.

"You want me to stay here?" Aurora asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, if that's okay with you, of course." She said, hoping Aurora would agree.

"Well, as long as you keep your promise of breaking up with Seb and marry Adam, I'll stay, but no longer than a week." Aurora said and she sighed.

"Can you stay until it's time to leave for Paris?" She asked.

"What?! A month?!" Aurora asked. Her voice raised.

"I know it's too much to ask but it would mean a lot to me and my parents. I mean, if we somehow switched along the way then that would be great, right? We can just go on and continue our lives." She said.

"No, you would still owe me a month of work." Aurora replied and she sighed.

"I'll pay you back. I promise." She said and Aurora sighed.

"Fine. But only if you also promise to figure out a way for us to switch again." Aurora said.

"Aurora, I can't promise you anything. I will be busy with the shoot and your family anyway." She replied.

"Hmm.. true."

"If anything, you might have more free time than me." She said and Aurora nodded.

"I guess I'll see what I can do." Aurora said and she nodded.

"Thank you. I'll try and see what I can also do on my end." She said.

"Okay."

"Thank you, Aurora. I really appreciate it." She said and Aurora nodded.

After months of being at opposite ends and being literal enemies, she was surprised how her relationship with Aurora transformed in just several days. Aurora might not be what she could call a friend. But at least she was more civil with her and Aurora's empathy towards her situation was something she didn't expect to get.

Well, the next hard thing she would have to do was to break up with Sebastian.

And she did not look forward to it at all.

Chapter 20 >

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