Don't Leave
A/N: so, here we go with another story. I think this one is going to turn out a lot better than the last one. (Written wise, this one's gonna be well written. You may not like the story line though.) Whoever can guess what song this is based off of gets an internet cookie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid. I only use them to entertain myself.
"She only has a few months to live." The doctor tells me.
I shake my head, not wanting to believe it. How could this be happening? It was a one in a million chance. This shouldn't be happening.
After a moment, the news finally makes its way into my head, and I choke back tears. No, no, no, no. The word resonates in my head.
"Take her home. Make her comfortable." The doctor says, sadness in her voice. I nod and shakily make my way back to the hospital room. I quickly swipe away my tears; I don't want to worry her. My eyes find their way to the bed she is laying on. She is sitting upright, looking out the window at the falling snow. Her thin arms are folded neatly on top of her lap, and I frown sadly. She looks so frail; so breakable. When I enter, her head turns to me and she smiles happily, like my presence made her day.
I try to smile back. "Hey Rin. How you holding up?"
She shrugs, but keeps smiling. "I feel better now that you're here, Len. What did the doctor want to talk to you about?"
I swallow thickly. "She just wanted to tell me that I can take you home now."
Her ocean-blue eyes light up. "Really? That's great! I'm so sick of this hospital."
I nod and smile a little. "We can go whenever you want to."
"Can we go right now?" She asks excitedly and I chuckle.
"Sure. Let me call a nurse to help you into your wheelchair, and I'll check you out."
"Can't you help me into my wheelchair?" She whines a little. Rin doesn't like strangers.
I sigh "sure, but it'd be faster if a nurse helped you."
"I don't care." She crosses her arms over her chest.
I shake my head and walk to the corner of the room where the wheelchair is. Quickly unfolding it, I bring it over to the side of the bed. Rin pulls the blankets off of her body and swings her legs over the bed. My arm wraps tightly around her small waist and I try to repress a shudder. She's so skinny.
Her legs wobble as I pull her upright, carrying most of her weight. A sigh of relief escapes her when she's safely in the chair.
"Much better." She smiles, though I can see in her eyes the trip was painful.
I bite my lip and walk around to grab the handles of the chair, carefully pushing her forward and out the door.
We take the elevator down to the first floor, where the front desk is. A nurse smiles at me as I approach.
"I need to check out Rin Kagamine please." I tell her.
"Alright dear. Are you a member of her immediate family?"
"Yes. I'm her brother, Len Kagamine." I lie. Rin and I aren't actually related; it is just easier to say we are. we look enough alike, with our golden blond hair and blue eyes, and that way no one asks many questions.
"Okay. I'll need you to sign here please." She hands me a document and I sign my name.
"Thanks." I say and push Rin outside into the cold air. She shivers and I quickly shrug off my jacket, draping it over her shaking body. She looks up at me, protest in her eyes and opens her mouth, but I quickly shush her.
"I don't need it. I'm actually really warm, so it's okay."
Her eyes narrow but she accepts my jacket. The wheelchair bumps and jostles her body and she winces. I try my best to move her as gently as possible.
Eventually we make it to the car. I move the chair around to the passenger side and quickly unlock the car, opening the door. I lift her up and place her in the seat, helping her buckle in.
"I can do it myself..." she pouts and I roll my eyes, clicking the buckle into the lock. I shut the door and fold up the wheelchair and throw it into the trunk, then climb into the driver's seat.
I shiver a little as I start the vehicle, turning on the heater to full-blast. It will take a while for the car to warm up, but I don't mind waiting. Looking over at Rin, I see she is staring at the sky, a light smile on her face. It looks like she doesn't mind either.
The few minutes it takes for the heater to warm up are spent in silence. There's nothing either of us really wants to say. It doesn't matter though, we're both happy enough just to be in each other's presence.
I pull out of the parking lot and start the drive home. Still we say nothing. I look over and notice Rin has fallen asleep. A small smile creeps to my lips. She was probably exhausted.
Now I can be left alone with my thoughts. What am I going to do? She only has a few months... my throat tightens and I bite my lip. I guess the only thing I can do is make sure she's happy, and comfortable. But after that... I don't even want to think of it. Rin is my other half, my whole world. How could I live without her? The thought leaves me feeling hollow inside and tears leak down my face.
Why did she have to get this disease? It was an unknown disease, no one even knows how she got it. But it's attacking her brain, weakening her already frail body. She can't do many things; her legs stopped working and sometimes it seems she doesn't notice you, even if you're standing right next to her. She's slowly deteriorating. I hold in a sob.
I try to calm myself down; to hold in my tears. If she wakes up and sees me like this, she'll know something's wrong. It'll probably scare her. I know I have to tell her eventually. Just not right now. Not while I was still trying to accept it.
I pull up into our drive way and park the car. Home at last. Rin's been in the hospital for a few months now, and I rarely ever went home. I was too worried about her.
Swiping the last of the tears from my face, I open the car door and step out into the cold air. I contemplate getting her wheelchair, but that takes too much effort. I'll just carry her; she was light enough.
My hands grasp the frosty door and I pull it open. She is still asleep. I smile lightly as I bend down to unbuckle her seat belt, and slide my arms underneath her legs and back. My back straightens itself, and I frown at how light she is in my arms. She's always been small and pretty easy to carry, but now she just feels like skin and bones. She feels fragile; easy to break. She most likely would if I were to drop her. That won't happen though.
I tighten my grip and gently push the door closed with my hip, then start walking up the driveway. Once I get to the door, I bend my back a little so her weight is resting on my chest while my hand searches for the keys. After a moment I find them, and adjust my grip on Rin as I open the door.
It is good to be home. Our house always feels warm; most of the rooms are painted a light, sunshine yellow. Some of them are painted white. Either way, the light colors gives the house a calm feel to it. But somehow today, it doesn't seem as bright.
I make my way down the hallway and towards Rin's room. Opening the closed door, I step inside the light room. I haven't been inside this room in ages. I couldn't; it reminded me too much of her. It felt empty without her in it, so I never went in.
The room is medium sized, with warm yellow walls and cherry wood floors. A large bed sits in the corner by the window, it's blankets clean and tucked up neatly. A desk rests against the right wall, with papers stacked and placed around it. There's also a gleaming wooden dresser close to the bed, with a few knick-knacks and a clock on it. Pictures line the walls, all of different sizes and shapes. Most of them are of her and me.
I make my way over to the bed and pull the covers back, then gently lay her down. The movement must have woken her, because her eyes blink open and she mumbles a confused, "whah?"
I smile and kiss her forehead gently. "Welcome home, Rin."
