What a Catch! (Panic! At The Disco fanfiction )

Chapter 16- The beginning of Forever

Brendon's POV

I knew that it was wrong. I knew that it was risky. I just couldn't resist. The doctors had pulled me out of the room that morning, when Ryan had been sleeping.

"Im sorry, but if we can't get a donor in the next few days, he may only have weeks. Perhaps less." Were their words in rough translation . The words that pulled my heart from my chest, leaving my white shirt bloody. All of my actions were blurred, I wasn't thinking straight. As I brought pen to paper, I didn't even consider any consequences.

I was giving Ryan my organs. I suppose I had decided the moment he told me that his life was on the line that I had to do something. I was going to give him my own organs of his failed him. How ridiculous was that? I didn't even ask him about it. The moment he had fallen asleep, I snuck away to the registration office. A few forms and contracts later, I was informed that surgery would be in 12 hours time. That gave me time to prepare.

It gave me time to wonder if I had made a mistake. I didn't think that I had at first. I was saving my best friends life. Showing him how much I cared. I cared a lot.

For the first time in nearly 10 years, I felt like a kid. I felt so much younger than Ryan. So inexperienced. Knocking softly on the door of his room, my hands were shaking as I monumentally prayed for him to be awake. He was.

"Brendon?" He said softly, appearing at the door. He shouldn't be out of bed. But who was I to stop him? For all he knew, these could be his final days.

He looked a mess, his hair lifeless and empty, his eyes dull and drained.

"Can I come in?" My voice was nothing more than a whisper. A shivery whisper and, had there have been any wind, it could have been carried away.

"Of course," he moved back, allowing me into his temporary living space, "Brendon, what's wrong?" He knew me too well. For a second, I wondered what gave it away. Which tell tale sign screamed that I may have made a mistake?

"I've- You're-" I shook my head, unable to tell him. Too frightened of his reaction.

"Spit it out, I haven't got forever" The words were hardhitting and I almost splattered the truth. His voice was sincere, not quite annoyed.

"You can't tell anybody til it's over, okay?" I warned, knowing how hard Dallon, Spencer, Sarah, Zack, everybody would try to stop me. They couldn't chose which of us they wanted to keep. So I would chose for them. They could keep Ryan.

"Tell them what?" His eyes burrowed with confusion, and he had perched on the edge of his bed.

"You're going to live"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I've donated my organs"

"What? Is that even legal? What happens to you? Brendon you absolute dic-"

"Stop." I hushed, eyes fixated on the ground, a dam ready to burst. I realised what I had done. I knew why I had done it, "Do something for me" My lip quivered , nerves. and sadness.

"What do you want me to do?" Emotion has enveloped his tone by this point, his deep honey eyes glazing up at me.

"Kiss me. Kiss me because there is no tomorrow." I said, allowing the river to trail down my cheeks.

"But- but Sarah-"

"Please, Ryan" He got to his feet slowly, taking my chin in the palm of his hand, his long fingers smooth against my cheek. Our lips collided, In a mess of tears and sobs, we were connected. It could have lasted forever, us prancing through the clouds. Laying in the grass, a meadow, staring at the stars. I never wanted to let go. Ever. He was mime, and I was his.

But he would live on. I would live on. Only as a memory and in those dreams of his. In those ever so poetic depths of his mind, I will go on.

I felt cold and bare when he pulled away. But all the more determined to complete him. All the more eager to make him whole. Before I spoke, I took a quick glance downwards at my watch and sighed.

"Eleven hours." I said simply. He understood.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, patting the bed beside him as he sat down. I joined him, gently pushing his chest so be would lie down.

"I want to sing you a song..." I whispered quietly into his ear and I felt him shiver beneath me.

AN: Sorry this was so short. And Im sad to say, pur time is wearing thin. There will he no more than two chapters left. And they will be sad. Get the tissues Ready.