A/N: I'm doing this thing too. What can I say? I'm a sucker for the overdone themes. Sue me. I'm not really sure where all of this is going, shits just coming out and I'm rolling with it. There will be future stories featuring Lilith and her relationship with Eddie/Venom. Hope you guys are enjoying what I've done so far!
Lilith is dying. Living on borrowed time she must pick her poison, as it were.
Eddie/Venom, FemaleOC, Symbiotes use he/she pronouns and they pronouns, sexual relationships implied
CW: terminal illness, cancer
Part one
Lilith stares at the radiographs with a furrowed brow. The white coat across the desk is saying things, but she can't hear them. Her entire focus drawn to the fuzzy whiteness on her lungs.
"It's stage four, I'm so sorry. Maybe if we had caught it sooner…" She trails off, how many people had seen that look of concern? How many people had she said this to? Lilith drops the rads on the desk haphazardly.
"Yea, well, shit happens, doc." Lilith rises from the chair with a creak and the doctor stands too. "Thanks for uh... everything." She extends a hand and the doctor takes it hesitantly.
"There are treatments, ways to make the next few months more comfortable." She clasps a worn hand over Liliths, the skin soft from years of wearing gloves.
Next few months, Christ on a crutch.
"I appreciate that, doc, but if I'm gonna go so soon I'm gonna do it on my own terms." The doctor nods, releasing her hold. "I'll call you if I change my mind."
She doesn't look back, keeping her head down, hands tucked into her jacket pockets. Cancer. The years of relentless chain smoking had finally caught up with her. Her breath catchea in her throat and she has to stop for a coughing fit. Her hand comes away bloody and she wipes it on her jeans with a sneer. Fucking cancer of all things. She spent half her life in the presence of an alien who could and might eat her at any given moment and she's gonna be taken out by a fucking human disease.
Her shoes hit concrete and she spit in frustration. Grumbling to herself she pivots, not really knowing a destination she walks until the streetlights come on. Itching for a cigarette the whole way.
Her feet stop, stumbling a little from the long trek. At some point it had started raining and her socks are uncomfortably wet. She looks up at the sky, blinking droplets out of her eyes. What did it matter? What did any of it matter? Angry tears strea her cheeks, masked by the patter of rain. What would her legacy be? She has only a career to leave behind. A few dealers and gang kingpins she'd exposed, one especially nasty CEO she'd helped Eddie with a few months back. No family, no children. Her body aches, mourning the loss of what would never be. She would die as she had lived, alone with her cats. Fuck, what would happen to them?
Anxiety stirs like a pit in her stomach and she has to sit down to keep her bearings. She huddles under the stoop, slipping her shoes and socks off to wring the offending garments out. Thankfully, no one approaches her and she wallows in self pity for a while.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket and she welcomes the distraction. Fuck. Dan's name glares up at her and she declines it. A minute later Anne's number calls. Lilith declines that one too, powering her phone down and slipping it back in her jeans. She can't tell them, hear them, feel their sympathy. She just can't speak to anyone.
She rests her head on her arms and dozing off for a while. She isn't sure how long, it had gotten darker, less families were milling about. The streets catered to mostly loners tonight, like her. Alone. A pair of worn sneakers slip in her field of vision and she inwardly groans. Waiting and hoping that they would leave if she doesn't acknowledge them.
Luck isn't with her today. "I'm dead. Leave the flowers and get out." She doesn't look up. Go away! She screams inwardly. I'm dying and depressed, just fucking leave!
"I'd be a horrible boyfriend if I did that."
Eddie.
Lilith's head shoots up. The one person she didn't want to see her like this. The one person she wanted to have her shit together for. Fuck me sideways running through a cornfield, I hate today.
"The fuck are you doing here?" She growls, dropping her head back into her arms.
"At my own apartment?" She looks up through a curtain wet hair to see the address. Fucking traitorous, selfish body. Eddie cocks an eyebrow at her and jangles his keys for effect.
"I'm having a bad day and I don't want to talk about it." Lilith sighs heavily, her shoulders feel so heavy she can barely hold them up and breathing is oh so hard. But she won't look that weak damnit.
"Ok. Would you like to come in and dry off and have coffee about it?" Eddie extends a hand, Lilith wars with herself for a moment before some innermost part of her said to get her pathetic ass up and spend the time she had with this beautiful man/alien.
"Fuck it." She says, taking his arm and letting him pull her to her feet. She felt so weak. How long had she been walking? The motion causes her to cough and she spends a minute hunched over her knees retching blood and partially digested bagel before Eddie lifts her in his arms and carries her inside.
"Jesus, Lil." He murmurs into her sopping wet hair. Surely hes getting drenched just holding her. She feels guilty at that.
"We aren't talking about it, remember?" She curls into him despite her guilt. Shes shivering and he's oh so warm. He hums at her wordlessly.
A/N: Well there she is, hope it was an interesting read. I'll post part two when I've finished editing. Leave some love, positive reviews keep me inspired!