type: ANGST
parts: 2/2
plot: ... you know i never give you a plot when its angst >:)
pls i went through my 3 spotify lists while writing this it has taken way too long-
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Sweat from Sapnap's back and palms was enough to bring him back to the present. Instead of focusing on the scene in front of him, Sapnap's eyes were fixed on the ground. The two nurses could be heard mumbling behind the locked door as it swung shut behind him.
A "poor boy."
And- "he was so young, too."
"Just give him some time to say it."
"His family is going to be crushed."
Sapnap clenched his fists and he wondered if the nurses were talking about him
Or if they were talking about Dream.
Soft breathing woke Sapnap up. The ravenette scanned the room in front of him. It looked like a hospital wing. There were several empty beds but at the very end, a bed was occupied but the user was smothered in a blue blanket, breathing heavily and softly panting as though they had trouble breathing.
Sapnap walked to the occupied bed and stared down at Dream.
This Dream was sickly and withered, yet the Dream Sapnap knew was buoyant and consistently vibrant, thus it couldn't be. Sapnap experienced a feeling of having his heart torn from his body.
With a sardonic smile, the blonde turned to face Sapnap. "Hey."
On a chilly day, relief was a bucket of cold water. "Dream! I-"
"You didn't return my hello." He interrupts his dream and starts to laugh again.
Sapnap guffawed. "I want to hate you, but I just can't."
Dream's facial expression altered to obscure. The laughter in Sapnap's throat stopped.
"Happy birthday," Dream said softly, smiling.
"What?" Sapnap spun around, looking for a calendar. He spotted one near a window, a fresh new, crisp page had been added: March.
"Oh." Sapnap whistled quietly. He patted himself as if to reassure him to himself he was still there. "Thank you."
Dream eyes filled with tears, his smile was nothing but a thin line. "Love ya."
"Love you." Sapnap pulled Dream into a gentle hug. They stayed like that, both wishing they would never let go. But Dream pried himself out of Sapnap's warm embrace and smiled again at him. But the smile froze in place.
"I wish I could say it gets easier for you, sweet heart." Dream murmured.
"If you're with me, everything will be." Sapnap promised.
Suddenly, Dream broke down in tears. Sapnap's guts felt like they were getting wrenched apart. A puzzle began to form in Sapnap's mind, one that had made no sense for so long, but now it had finally made agonizing sense.
"When tomorrow comes, you will be there, won't you?" Sapnap asked hesitantly.
Dream didn't answer.
"You'll be with me forever, right? Right?" Sapnap asked, his hands as heavy as rocks.
Dream's eyes focused on something behind Sapnap. "Sometimes, forever seems to end quite quickly."
The puzzle piece shoved Sapnap right in the heart. "Tell me I'm wrong. Please. Just say it."
Dream frowned sadly. "I had to give you an amazing birthday present, remember?" He tried for a smile.
"No! No, you were an amazing gift alone! You didn't have to give me your heart!" Sapnap screamed.
Figuratively and literally.
Let's rewind, shall we?
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February, 28
"...in dire condition..." The doctor informed Dream.
It felt like the doctor was punching a hole in Dream's heart, everytime more deeper and heartbreaking.
"...needs a transplant, but there's no donors available." The doctor cast a dejected glance Dream's way as he struggled with his decisions. "It's a one time thing, too. Most donors don't survive, nobody's offering. I'm terribly sorry, sir."
Why was everybody so cruel? Couldn't ONE person offer such a tiny thing?
Offer their life?
No one was rude or self-centered; everyone was terrified. More than anything else, the people who truly gave their lives possessed guts and trust. Dream loved and admired every single person who had the courage to do so.
A heart.
Sapnap had heart problems. It had developed earlier on but it had been too quick to stop. Sapnap had been suffering but he himself had not known it.
"Please," Dream pleaded. "Please do something. He's everything to me, I couldn't bear to see him...dead!"
The doctor sighed and tried to be as sympathetic as possible. "My boy, Sapnap has O negative blood type. It's rare and not many of our willing donors have it." He explained.
Dream stood silent. Till death do us apart seemed like a stupid joke now. He extended his arm, flexing his fingers.
"Check my blood type, please, doc. I would do anything to save him." Dream said, exhaling.
The doctor glanced at Dream, his wrinkles deepening. He sighed, upset he couldn't save another life in exchange for love.
But for some people, love was everything.
It was to Dream.
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Present timing
"I'd give you anything." Dream said simply.
"No," Sapnap said, sobbing. "Why? You didn't have too. No!"
"Yes, I did." Dream said firmly. Softly grabbing Sapnap by the neck, he brought their lips together. A brief but passionate kiss. While Sapnap's lips were quivering and drenched in tears, Dream's lips were feverishly warm and parched. The blonde didn't want to, but Dream pulled away. He smiled, closing his eyes.
"I hope you like your gift. Because it'll be my last. But I'll keep sending you love, if anything; don't be sad. I'll always be looking down at you in the stars."
"Don't say that." Sapnap cried. "You'll live! We'll go to the stars together!"
Dream shook his head, his eyes watery and his cheeks red.
"Wait for me, will you? I'll see you again." Dream promised. He smiled. "Happy birthday. I love you." Then his body went still.
"NO!" Sapnap screamed. The machine started to go crazy while Sapnap snatched Dream's lifeless body and hugged him, begging for him to wake up, to celebrate his birthday together.
The nurses came charging in, followed by Bad and George. The nurses sprinted to the machine and started tinkering with it while Bad and George dragged Sapnap to the exit, leaving Dream with the two nurses, the alarms blaring and the nurses shouting in their walkie-talkies.
As Bad and George dragged Sapnap away, sniffling and crying, Sapnap's hand clenched his shirt where his heart was, and sunk his nails into the fabric of his shirt, as though trying to claw out his heart.
Dream's heart.
Sapnap stopped struggling but tears still rolled down and dripped onto the floor.
The fact that his heart would serve as his lone link to Dream seemed cruel.
It seemed cruel that his heart would be Dream's last birthday present.
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word count- 1082
YOO I FINALLY FINISHED
i feel fulfilled
also wish me luck on my exams yall
-ideax