So babes, here is me posting an Omander fanfic again. So basically, I will write one of these for every single side effect listed bellow, since my hurt/comfort was not fufilled in season 3. Enjoy! Sabrina Xx
"Acute lymphocytic leukemia is a fast-growing cancer. With such intensive treatments the side effects will also be intense. It won’t be easy to prevent fatigue, nausea, vomiting, dizziness…and also nerve pain in the joints. You won’t feel like eating, going out or practically doing anything. And yes, your hair will probably fall out."
Omar’s eyes flutter open as the sunrays make their way through the thin curtains of Ander’s bedroom. He has barely gotten any sleep, but he is in no position to complain, even though the nightmares are getting worse. The images of Ander losing his battle are constantly haunting him, consuming his mind. The nights are short between waking up to make sure his boyfriend is still breathing and calming down his own anxiety. Omar is convinced that he has now memorised every single detail of the ceiling. One crack in the left corner, a small yellow stain in the middle and a tiny hole by the light bulb. All he seems to do recently is think and sadly, the scariness of thoughts has no limits.
Even though he is very much awake, Omar barely moves, not wanting to wake Ander up just yet. His head is tucked deep into his chest and the presence against his body makes Omar feel calm. He can feel the other boy’s shoulders slowly raise and fall, trying to match his own breathing with Anders. Omar knows how emotionally, and physically exhausted Ander feels, even though he won’t dare to admit it. He can see it from the purple circles under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. Never has he seen someone as ghost white as Ander and it really frightens him.
As Omar gently starts brushing his fingers into his boyfriends’ curls, he can hear light footsteps in the background. He knows it’s Azucena checking up on them for the tenth time in the past half hour. He sighs, getting ready to answer the same questions he has replied to for the three previous mornings.
"Morning. " She whispers, knowing that her son was still very much asleep. "Did he complain of nausea a lot like he did yesterday?" She then asks with obvious worry in her voice.
"It was better than the night before. He only woke up twice. One of them because he was cold and the other because he was thirsty." Omar explains, now allowing his thumb to rub up and down Anders bicep.
Azucena only smiles, feeling ever so thankful that her son has such a caring boy by his side.
"Would you like something to eat darling? I was about to make pancakes."
The hopeful look on her face breaks Omar’s heart. He knows pancakes are Ander’s favorite and that his mother is probably praying that her son will find it in him to eat a few of them when he finally wakes up.
"That would be really good. " He says anyhow, not wanting to burst her bubble. "I’ll wake him soon and with a little luck we will both come downstairs together. " He explains, feeling quite optimistic himself.
Once again, she smiles, not adding anything more this time. She turns her heels and makes her way back to the stairway.
Ander waits for the footsteps to fade to open his eyes, raising his chin to look up into Omar’s eyes. Omar smiles at him, tucking one of his curl behind his ear.
"You were faking sleep so I would have to face your mother alone huh?" Omar snorts as he presses a soft kiss to his boyfriends flustered cheek.
"I didn’t want her to force me to eat just yet. I wanted a few more minutes alone with you before. " Ander smiles lightly, rubbing his tired eyes.
"I guess that’s fair. " Omar smiles back, wrapping both his arms around Ander’s thin frame, forcing him into a tight and heartwarming hug. "I was thinking we could maybe go for a small walk after breakfast. A little bit of fresh air could really help your spirit. "
Ander sighs at his boyfriend’s suggestion, slowly shaking his head. "I don’t know Omar…I feel kind of…"
"Tired?" Omar finishes his sentence, knowing very well that it was the next word he was going to say.
Ander nods shamefully, knowing it was lame since he had basically spent the last 10 hours sleeping. Honestly, the simple fact of getting out of bed to walk to the kitchen seemed like an unachievable task. As a response, Omar lightly caressed the boy’s cheek with the tip of his fingers.
"Don’t worry about it. There’s this new comedy tv show Samu keeps blabbing about, I could start watching it today. You can watch it with me if you want? Or sleep more? Or do both." Omar quickly suggests, not wanting Ander to feel bad for a single second. "But there’s one condition. " Omar finally adds.
Ander offers him a light smile, knowing such an amazing offer had to come with a price.
"Let me guess. You want me to eat a pancake. " Ander guesses, gently lifting his arm to poke Omar’s nose.
Omar shakes his head, grabbing his boyfriends’ finger between his own and pressing a small kiss against it.
"I actually want you to eat two. Or at least, really try. "
Ander rolls his eyes and covers his face with his hands in defeat. It would probably take a while to gain the courage to swallow enough bites to make Omar and his mother happy, but if it’s what it takes to spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed with his boyfriend, he is ready to give it all he has.
