This is my next Seblaine project! It's four parts, already done, and I'll be uploading them as I get reviews, just because I'm evil. They're short, angsty, and to the point. Also, beware character death. If that's too much for you, turn back now.
The clock ticked slowly and the silence in the room seemed to almost expand. The two boys were both stiff, uncomfortable, and their eyes kept darting toward each other and then toward the door. It was like a frightening and repetitive dance, just waiting.
That's all they seemed to do anymore. They woke up, and waited for Sebastian's next "attack", as the doctor's called it. They went to doctor's appointments and waited to find out what was wrong. Three long weeks of waiting and worrying, never knowing what was going on, and silent prayers that it was something that could be fixed.
Blaine sighed heavily, standing up and going over to the bed. He lowered the side, making it easier for him to sit on the edge, and took Sebastian's hand in his. Green eyes met hazel and a small smile formed on Sebastian's lips. It was almost forced, but Blaine could see it in his eyes.
"No matter what, I'll be right here." he promised softly, lifting the hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss against his knuckles.
Before Sebastian could reply, the door clicked open and they both turned toward it immediately. It was like any warmth that had seeped into the room at the small exchange was instantly leeched away as the doctor entered. He was a perfectly nice person, but Blaine couldn't help his angry thoughts. Whatever he was about to say to the two of them would make or break the man on the bed and it was too much.
"I'm sorry," he started quietly, hands clasped in front of him, an apologetic look on his face.
Blaine heard bits and pieces of the conversation from there.
Surprisingly, Sebastian held it together long enough to talk to the doctor about his condition. If he had focused, Blaine would have been able to understand, but all he heard was 'cancer', 'spreading', 'not much time', and he had to tune everything out until the doctor's figure was retreating back out of the door.
A gentle squeeze to his hand made him look up. There were tears in his eyes, mirroring Sebastian's in that moment. There were no words spoken as Blaine adjusted himself to lay down on the bed, his arms wrapped around Sebastian now. The crying was silent, but it shook Blaine to his core and he knew he had meant what he said;
No matter how much time was left, or what was going to happen, he was going to be here. Right here, holding him, protecting him. If that meant laying in a hospital, running his hands through his hair, unable to comfort him in any other way, then that's what he would do.