HC on ethan ignoring mc at the hospital after they had a very intimate evening
thanks! this is set some time in early book 2
Evading It All
They slipped up.Ā
No.Ā
He slipped up.Ā
He gave in to his weaknesses.Ā
Well, he really only had one. One reoccurring weakness.Ā
The doe-eyed brunette biting her wine stained lips. Gazing at him through long lashes. Her perfume of mandarin oranges and peonies wafting around, making him lose all his sensibilities.Ā
There wasnāt anyone around. No one would know they were leaving together.
She so close and looking at him so intently.Ā
Sheās willing things to happen and he keeps saying he wants no part of it. But heās struggling to hang onto his will.Ā
Itās like this night wonāt end unless he does something about.Ā
And he does.Ā
He whisks her away and kisses her in a dark corner no one can see and then it all happens from there.Ā
They didnāt spend the night.Ā
Even if they did Ethan would have left before she realized.Ā
He regretted compromising themselves the fifth minute he was left alone.Ā
Now itās morning and he canāt get the images of last night out of his head. Canāt get the urge to pull her aside and kiss her senseless out of his head. Itās starting to creep into his muscles. Itching to do the one thing he knows he shouldnāt.Ā
Thereās only one thing Ethan can think to do to stop it -- be the man he used to be. The man he was before her.Ā
So he spends the rest of the day avoiding her. Not returning her smiles meant just for him in passing.
Sheās updating him on a case and touches his arm. She knows heās being weird, trying to breakdown his front and find out why. Sheās trying to break through the ice.Ā
Prompt: From this lovely prompt list. [requests closed]
17 ā Long term unmarried couple deciding to get married when one of them receives a terminal medical diagnosis
Warning: illness mention, major character death, minor descriptions of anxiety and panic attack.
Note: not gonna lie, sweet anon when this request come in i almost threw a toddler-like tantrum. I have never written off a main characterā¦because I know I would be too good at major character death, and i am terrified of the power i possessā¦so i hope you enjoy this but likeā¦donāt hate me okay? also I tried to go about illness as sensitively as possible.
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Itās back.
Sheās sallow skin, gaunt cheeks, and tired eyes.
The smile on her face is pained, forced, unnaturalā a sharp reminder that, maybe, possibly, sometime soon, there will be no more smiles.
And, somehow, itās back.
By sheer force of everything unnatural and unforgiving on earth, itās back.
Coursing through her veins and claiming her body.
Maitotoxin.
Thereās no scientific medical explanation for it.
All these years, itās been living inside her; multiplying, propagating, consuming her lifeline.
But, somehow, he can touch her.
Somehow, he can press his palm desperately against hers and the cold skin of her cheek.
So, maybe itās notā¦back. How can it be? When itās been there, sitting in between them, all alongā all five long years.
To believe when she was stifling her laughter at the opera last month, when they flew to Patagonia for a much-deserved break two years ago, when they argued all the way from her apartment to his with the last remaining boxes on moving day four years agoāit was there. And they were so unsuspecting.
Unaware of how their lives were going to be uplifted by a familiar, close enemy.
NaĆÆve to believe they had found an antidote to completely reverse the toxinās effects.
And thereās no chance of reversing it this time.
Ethan doesnāt cry.
There will be more than enough time to cry.
Instead, he spends his days at her bedsideāindulging her in all her favourite inane shows, even the ones with the indigestible laugh tracks from the 80s and 90s.
She turns to him and gives a weak smile, a memory of the playful and mischievous one she always wore.
āLetās get married,ā she whispers.
Ethan tears his attention away, scarce as it is, from the laptop screen. A character sits in a frumpy white wedding dress, sobbing her mascara off.
āWhat?ā
āWill you marry me?ā she repeats and the smile is a little stronger this time.
A fleeting thought ā one only deigned by foolās to entertain ā crosses his mind. He wonders if his love alone could restore the old her.
āYou want to marry me?ā his voice sounds distant, as if it were coming from another room. His response amuses her, wincing slightly when she laughs.
āYes,ā she shifts in bed, settling so she can gaze at him instead of the screen. āWhy? Is that hard to believe?ā
Frankly, every day she chooses him over the company of someone more optimistic and less irritable is a pleasant surprise.
So, he agrees.
Somehow, itās days later. Somehow, theyāre married. Somehow, sheās sicker.
Fading.
And if she has to goāif she absolutely has to go and leave him behind with her last breath lingering in the air of this too-bright roomāthen let her do so in his arms.
And when she goes, she takes most of him with her.
Because the best part of his life was hers.
Heās all howls and shoulders shaking, weak-knees and wet, hot face.
He is and he isnāt anymore. His words reduced to gasping, breathless sounds.
Negative affirmations and tectonic shifts, crashing into him all at once.
Trembling, inconsolable cries into a black void.
āEthan,ā she calls to him, from the darkness and he feels the warmth of her hand touching his shoulder.
Awake.
Heās awake now and blinking, breathing heavily into the night. Her silhouette soothes the juddering breaths that rattle through him as he struggles to compose himself.
āWere you having a nightmare?ā Sweet sleepy voice, honeyed and thick with concern.
The hand on his shoulder travels up and down the length of his arm. Although his heart continues to hammer against his ribcage, the physicality of her presence eases him.
Ethan rubs the sleep from his face.
āYeah,ā he croaks.
She moves into the open space between his arm and chest and rests on the shoulder she was busy caressing.
āYou always get this way before a presentation,ā she says, a yawn interrupting her mid-sentence. āTry going to bed earlier next time.ā
It doesnāt take long before her breathing evens out, but Ethan stays up. Staring at nothing, he replays the dream ā curiosity clinging to the odd nightmare as he mulls over the complexities of the subconscious.
Marriage.
She makes a noise in her sleep. The kind that causes the corners of his mouth twitch, the kind heāll tease her about in the morning when she least expects.
The kind that reminds him of the privilege he has to be called hers.
In the morning, heāll find Dr Trinh.
He thinks, looking at the date on the digital clock looming at his bedside, thereās a ring to be bought. Thereās a question to be asked. Thereās so much life to be celebrated.
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Note II: I am a big olā cheat and itās a copout, Iām sorry anon, I recognize it. I canāt bring myself to do it. I live and revel in angst like a pig in a mud pit ā but somehow I am a massive chicken when it comes to sticking to the death. (also, yeah notice how I didnāt give her a name jdkjskd CHICKENSHIT, Iām telling you!)
However, if you enjoy angst I did have a five-part series, no more than 80-200 words for each piece/drabble, of the night of chapter 11 that follows all the characters. And maybe? I should post it? If yāall wanna be sad/melancholic? Ā
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