I made this on my oneshot book on Wattpad, so I decided to post it as my first story on here.
Hope you like it!
It was night, usually the time he roamed the land. The darkness calms his nerves. He stroked the beak like mask with his thin black glove. He had another patient. He walked through the land, dead leaves scattered around, crunching underneath him. Thoughts spun in his head all at one time, making him slightly dizzy to the world.
Death...sickness...incurable...
The thoughts saddened him. Everyone heaving, everyone in pain, everyone dy-
Natsu shook his head, the thoughts quickly dismissing themselves. He felt a chill run through the land, sending goosebumps down to his bones. He quickly pulled the black overcoat around him, shielding off the reflecting chill with warmth. Heading towards his destination, he could feel the breeze calming before starting again.
It was hard to tell where to go, but he already knew. He wished nothing more than to escape the tortuous depth of pain and the incurable hell that which was the plague. He wanted nothing more than to leave this forsaken mask and smell fresh air, instead of the odd fragments of the scented substances in his mask.
Reaching the familiarity of the place. He strolled to the front door, not bothering to knock. Taking in a deep breath, he took in the sick figure. If tragedy had a look, it would've looked exactly like the scene before him. The pale man looks like death itself. His fingertips black as night, boils and rashes had spread all over his body, making the doctor wince. Looking around, he noticed a bucket with what looked like vomit with blood swirled into the disgusting color.
Natsu gripped onto his wooden cane, his knuckles whitening as he kept a tight hold. The figure didn't move, but followed the doctor with his eyes. He didn't speak, but his eyes spoke for him. Natsu swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
The figure, once again, didn't move nor speak. Although some might consider him dead, Natsu knew better. Natsu walked over to the raven haired male, gently looking over the patient. The patient finally managed to speak, his voice coming out soft and broken.
"It's no use, I'm going to die no matter what."
Natsu frowned, although no one could see it. He didn't like hearing that from his patients. However, he knew it was true. What could he possibly say to that? Nothing.
"I didn't even get to say I love you..."
Natsu had tears coming from his eyes, he could feel his misery. The person he loves is dying, and he could do nothing.
Failure, a fucking failure, good for nothing doctor.
Natsu struggled to keep standing, he didn't know what it was like to breathe in filthy air, but he always thought it was good he was surviving.
Selfish, that's all he was.
Especially since the person he loved was laying on a bed, dying from something unknown. He didn't know how to help, hell, he didn't even know if there was a cure.
He just kept staring at the dying figure, though. No words, no eye contact, nothing. Natsu stared at the weak person, until his last breathe.
Then he took his last breath.
Natsu wheezed, looking away as he closed his eyelid's for the last time. He couldn't do anything, dear god, he couldn't do anything.
He struggled to walk outside, so instead, he stood there.
Natsu was always glad to be saved from this bad air. Having this mask to prevent him from dying. Seeing the person before him, die, just like that. He always thought that he was the lucky one.
Natsu reached for his mask, taking it off.
He was free.
He could die with Gray.