One Last Time~
(Part 3/3)
"I want to give you the best goodbye..." Hilary rolled her eyes back to see his face. He caressed her head that lied on his lap. He winked at her back softly. The monotonous sound of the AC was soothing, and the air was blissfully chilly for a typical sweltering summer night.
"I'm dropping the job." He declared,
Hilary's smile on her lips faded into a interrogative pout as she stared at him. He waited for her retort and chide him.
He didn't expect her response to be the other way round,
"Drop it then. As soon as possible," she whispered. Was she serious? He raised a brow at her.
"Maybe I shouldn't..." the words came out automatically from him. He rubbed his head on side.
"Give a break to yourself," she stretched her hand and held his wrist, "I want to give you the best memories, I want you to cherish them when I'm gone and miss me when I haunt you."
"What type of memories?" Tyson mused, resting his held hand on her chest easily.
"Mind shattering memories," Hilary laughed softly.
"Only make-outs can be mind shattering. Memories can't be. Update your vocabulary, Hils," he smirked at her. She frowned at him.
"Is the former not included in the latter?" She asked,
"Included actually." Tyson agreed.
"I'm making a list of everything I'm going to do for these two months," Hilary got up and sat in front of him, folding her legs neatly.
"Two months?"
"The last month will be spend in hospital and intensive therapies Tyson. I'll be on bed." She sighed to explain him. He nodded, pushing aside the painful truth.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, thinking of her wishes,
"I'll tell you all of it. Just wait." She declared happily and lied down on her pillow, closing her eyes. Tyson placed a soft kiss on her forehead,
"Goodnight, " he whispered. She smiled at him sincerely. Sometimes, his usual words and slight care meant so much to her. She fell for him again.
Days passed quickly than she had thought. She didn't expect. She still couldn't get enough. There were so many things she wanted to do. Tyson took her to her favorite places. Makoto joined. Paris and New York were in her list first. They spend half of the week at each place. She'd dress up cutely for him each evening and he would take her out for the outing at each stunning place she wanted to see out. He clicked memories- dancing under the Eiffel tower, plucking roses in the gardens, squealing at the top of the flying boat and crazy rollercoasters where she would be clung onto him and Makoto would be watching them in horror. She- getting dressed up in his old yellow tee shirt and red jacket and jeans with his cap and smirking, trying to launch Dragoon which created little disaster in the dish and Makoto laughing at his mom's failed attempts. . .All captured in camera. There was so much to put in memories, if only he could capture them.
"Is he still playing out?" Hilary asked, keeping the book she was reading aside on futon. They were staying in the hotel room for the last night before their departure from Paris back to their home.
"Nope, he's asleep." Tyson said as he walked in carrying the sleeping Makoto draped on his shoulder. Tyson carefully placed him on a spare bed on the corner of the room. The main bed on the centre was reserved for him and his wife. She abandoned the book and carefully took her medicines.
"Have it," he sat beside her and rubbed her shoulder. She nodded and gulped them all. She shut off the lights and hugged his arm, keeping her cheek pressed to his arm. She draped her arm on his back.
"Wanna see the pictures?" He asked. She looked at him.
"I'll show you," he took out his phone and showed her all the photos he'd clicked since the past week.
"You clicked these all?" Hilary was amazed as she went through each of it, laced with pleasant memories of time.
"Yep," Tyson said simply. He just knew that those moments will never come again. It somehow stabbed his heart when he realized this. Every minute wouldn't just come again.
"I can't believe you did this! These are wonderful!" She curiously scrolled down for more on the screen.
"You loved them?" He asked softly, admiring her excitement in the moment.
"Of course I do!" Her eyes shone and she gave a vibrant smile. He smiled back and took away his phone.
"Let's sleep now. Its getting late. We have our flight tomorrow," Tyson reminded. He got up to walk to the other side of bed,
"Umm Tyson?" She mused, keeping a finger on her chin.
"Yeah," he adjusted their pillows,
"As far as I remember, this past week, we didn't do anything mind-shattering since we left Tokyo." She gave a look to him. Tyson picked on her intentions but their gazes gradually landed upon their kid lying on the corner bed.
"He's sleeping deep, I think," Tyson said in lucid implication.
"I'm sure of it," Hilary grinned. He removed his night tee and easily tossed it aside.
"Where's your mom?" Tyson asked to Makoto who was drawing in his art-book.
"She was in the kitchen, papa." Makoto said without blinking an eye from the sports car he was drawing.
Tyson walked out of his son's room and peeped in kitchen. Hilary was half lying on the floor of the kitchen with consciousness fading off.
"Hilary!"
Tyson shook her and checked her pulse.
"Are you okay?" He asked, sprinkling water on her face. She feebly batted her eyelids and softly opened.
"You need to rest. Who told you to work in the kitchen!" He shouted at her. She pushed her elbows on the floor and struggled to sit.
"Maybe it's my time... Admit me in the hospital," Hilary mumbled hopelessly. Tyson ignored and lifted her in bridal style and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He clearly remembered that the last time he picked her, she had quite of muscles and fine weight and he struggled to carry her. She definitely wasn't this easy and lighter to carry like now, which led him to conclude that she had lost her weight since the past one and a half month.
"Slowly..." she instructed. He nodded and gently placed her on the bed. She lied down.
"Did you take the medicines?" He got seated beside her on the edge and held her palm. She nodded.
"What were you doing in kitchen?" He scolded her. Hilary knew he was worried and fretted about her health than her own self.
"Mako asked me make cookies,"
"Er... don't listen to him. I brought fruit juices for you. Just wait, I'll get-"
"No, don't go. Just stay," she breathed haphazardly and clutched his palm with both her hands keeping it close to her.
He didn't know how to console her at this point. She was loosing this battle and her time was ending. He just nodded and lifted his legs from the floor and adjusted himself beside her. She lifted her head and laid it on his thighs and closed her eyes. Tyson's one hand was still in hers. He caressed her head with the other hand. He forgot the juices lying on the dining table downstairs. His mind was addled with the her life of last few days.
Hilary was getting weaker but Tyson tried not to worry about it and he continued to spend time with her peacefully in the best way. Hilary was happy too.
After they returned from Paris the next day, she stayed at her mom's place for a week. She wanted to spend time with her parents one last time in the best way. After all they have been the one who raised her. It was tough on Tachibanas to know their daughter would be leaving them in few days. But still they cared for her and made sure she had the best memories in her former house.
Tyson didn't care about his job. For him,his family was more important. He tried to work on her health by taking her to walks in morning, spending time outdoors in lawns, parks. She had been suffering from blood loss due to vomiting, fever up and down. A few things slightly threatened her self esteem. Even Tyson noticed she had become paler with bags under her eyes. She had severe hair fall, adding to her anxiety. She had become thin and scrawny. She felt that she wasn't beautiful anymore. There was no beauty left in her except in her eyes which still shone to some extend. Would Tyson still love her?
I pull you in to feel your heartbeat
Can you hear me screaming "Please don't leave me"
Hold on, I still want you
Come back, I still need you
Let me take your hand, I'll make it right
I swear to love you all my life
Hold on, I still need you
"I'm not even beautiful anymore. I'm sorry," she whispered, and a single tear slid on her cheek. Tyson's thoughts halted and he stared at her in shock.
"W..what?" He asked breathlessly.
She looked at her trembling fragile fingers which had lost its glow. Tyson instinctively picked her hand and gently kissed her fingers one by one slowly.
"No. For me, you're still the only beautiful women. I love you the same." He said in a firm whisper.
Hilary just wanted to break down crying in his arms, hug him and plead him to save her. She didn't want to leave him. She didn't want him or Makoto to stay without her. But still, she held onto her courage and kept quiet.
"These chemotherapy..." her voice quavered, "Its so wicked..." she pondered. Tyson didn't catch on her meaning but he nodded seeing the depth of her tone. Chemotherapy helped but it had disastrous side effects on her health as well. Her life got depended on supplements. It was extremely hard on her to accept this life. The once used to be Hilary who was cheerful, bossy, commanding and loud was rendered so weak and helpless right now.
"I'll get the juice for you, Hil. Please," he said her. She nodded, shifting her head on the pillow. He got up and walked downstairs.
Drinking the various flavored juices of her favorite fruits, she wiped her mouth with tissues. She lost her appetite, but she didn't loose courage. For his sake, to show him that she was trying so hard, she just pushed everything in her gut.
There were just fifteen days more for her to be shifted to hospital. Already, it has been evident to both of them from her condition that she would soon HAVE TO leave the home. Makoto was clueless. Both of them hid this fact from him. They didn't know what to do after she would be permanently gone. Hilary constantly advised Tyson to get shifted along with Makoto at Kai's place for few days after her death, so that it would not give a sudden grief to their kid.
She was tired of mustering courage and optimism. The cycle got monotonous. At the end, she just lost all of her hopes. Tyson was the only reason she was still pushing herself to the edge and trying to be better. Their best times would be in morning. She would have some sort of energy and she would spend time with him and Makoto. On Tyson's pleas, she taught him Makoto's favorite piano note to him. He said he would play it when he would miss her.
He helped her in every way he could. He choose her daily clothes, combed her hair in the gentlest way he can, took care of Makoto as well, made breakfast, dinners, and implored her to eat when she just wanted to puke out. She even caught an infection in her last days which was proving to be fatal before the dead line. The doses got increased. She was put on sedatives when the throes of cancer become unbearable upon her.
He would watch her all the time when she would be sleeping for hours and hours in the day. Makoto became suspicious too as the tension thickened. However Kai immediately took him with Gou to outskirts for a trip to distract them.
She was alone with Tyson in her last days at home before getting shifted to Hospital. Tyson's condition was miserable seeing her like that- so vulnerable, helpless and extremely fragile. He was around her for all twenty four hours, giving her proper scheduled medicines which were worsening her health more, supplements that felt heavy to go down her throat.
Staying up, acting tough.
We are getting far away, I'm falling.
I was sure that I'd it all.
I know you love me for who I'm.
"Do you want to meet your mom?" Tyson asked her. He sensed that she was in her final days.
"No," she answered, lying on his lap as usual. She was full after taking medicines and sedatives, plus Tyson fed her with bowls of soups.
"Want to visit somewhere?" He asked caressing her forehead and cheeks softly.
"No, nowhere." She mumbled, keeping his other hand caged in her arms near her chest. Her throat croaked ghastly as she spoke, trembling under the sheets.
"Anything you want to see or anything..." he asked again,
"I just want you by my side." She said.
"I'm with you, Hil. I'm right here," he emphasized.
"That's all I want. Tell Kai to bring Makoto little early before I die. I want to see him one last time... My son... he will grow up without his mother." Hilary sniffled, muffling her storm of cries.
"I'll tell Kai to get back him." Tyson rubbed her head deeper, trying to ease and soothe her, "Makoto will be a very good boy when he grows up, I'll take care of him the best. I promise Hil, you don't worry." Tyson hissed, just so that his words settled in her brain.
Hilary got up and adjusted to sit.
"You wanna use bathroom?" He asked,
"No..." Hilary looked at her wardrobe,
"There are fourteen letters I've written for you and Makoto. Seven for you and seven for him. You've to read each one on our each anniversary from now." She said, turning her face to him. His eyes almost moistened but he bravely nodded.
"Give Makoto his letters on his each birthday." Hilary said, "Its in my locker, get it after I go."
"Alright," Tyson whispered, pulling her for a hug. The evening was turning dark blue before sunset. The airs, breezes of her house were wishing her goodbye.
"I don't want to go to hospital. Keep me with you..." she mumbled lowly in sobs in his chest, wrapping her arms firmly around his back like her life depended upon him, "I w-want to die in your arms, Tyson."
No matter what I do,
I know the simple truth,
I had to let you go and wish you well,
And wish you well,
And wish you well.
I think of you,
And I get overwhelmed.
Tyson didn't say anything, just kissed her on head, wiping his tears clean quickly.
He was lost at words. He was so overwhelmed. . .
"Aren't you sleepy?" He asked her as she kept yawning but packed the letters for him. He took them carefully.
"Not today. This is my last night here in our home." She gave him two folders of letters, "The blue one's for Mako and the red one's for you." She said. Tyson nodded and kept them in his deeper closet.
He joined her in bed, turning to switch lights.
"No don't turn off the lights," she said.
"Why?" He stopped his hand, looking at her.
"Simply." She shrugged, knowing he would listen her. He sighed and joined her on bed,
"Didn't say anything about how dinner was," he said eyeing her. She was resting her head on his arm, hugging it and just lost in her thoughts.
"As usual," she smirked. Tyson frowned in dissatisfaction. She chuckled,
"What is it Hils?" He chuckled too.
"You used to say me the same, 'As usual Hils,' when I used to ask how I'm looking." She giggled lightly.
"So is this the revenge?" He asked her.
She lifted her chin and looked at him, squeezing his arm in her prison of embrace.
"Sort of," she winked. He smiled in hilarity at her.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked,
"I'm always better with you." She nuzzled against his nose. Their hands got instinctively wrapped around each other,
"What about Makoto?" He smirked,
"I'm the best with him," she said.
"Unfair. I've spend 25 years of my life with you. You'd still choose him?" He pulled back his nose from her contact but still his face was close to hers.
"I'm his mom," she grinned at him.
"Oh well..." Tyson rolled his eyes,
"There's no denial to that. Anyway, Kai is bringing him to Hospital tomorrow." Tyson reminded her. She nodded.
"Thank God, the curfew halted finally." She sighed. He stared in her eyes, simply looking at her as much as he can. Knowing that she would leave him very soon.
"What are those letters about anyway?" He asked her.
"You'll know it at right time," she leaned and pressed her forehead against him.
"You know," he closed his eyes and smiled, "If it wasn't for Makoto... I'm not interested in living this life without you. I'd rather die with you than to live without you."
A tear slipped across her eye and she smiled in nostalgia.
"Tyson Granger, I'm moved by your words," she chuckled through her cracked voice, "But please take care of our son."
"I will," he stressed his words and pulled back. She straddled on his lap and got closer. He slowly pressed his lips upon her to get engaged in a tender and affectionate kiss. Hilary reciprocated back, feeling the starters of carnal love. His hand crawled from her back to her cheek which he cupped. The touch caused her to part her lips, allowing him to devour her fully one last time. The taste, feelings, heaving of chests, it was just the same. Except that he knew that this would never happen any next time. He pulled back and looked at her pink face. Her eyes were shyly lowered.
"Hilary..." he whispered.
"Hm,"
"I think we need to close the lights for one last time." He said.
"Okay," she got off from his lap and he got up to switch the lights,
He sat intimately close to her and lifted her chin with one hand and cupping her cheek with other hand, "For one last time, allow me to undress you."
She smiled weakly at him but firmly said, "For the one last time, let me be yours. Come, take all of me,"
"C'mon, let's go." He opened the door of the car and helped her sit inside beside the driver's seat. Hilary settled in. He gave a smile and walked on the other side. It was the final day of hers now. She was finally going to be hospitalized. When they last took the appointment for today, the doctor clearly stated that her condition has gotten worse than expected and she had just two days more.
A long endless highway, you're silent beside me
Drivin' a nightmare I can't escape from
Helplessly praying, the light isn't fadin'
"There's a diary there...over there." She pointed at the drawer. Tyson wondered why he didn't notice before that in his own car.
"A journal?" He asked.
"Its my diary. It's starting from the year we were classmates. An account of about years till...Mako was an year old."
"Woah! These many years! When did you get time to write? I never noticed you writing any time after we got married," Tyson asked,
"I'm more clever, Tyson. You're oblivious." Hilary smirked,
"I guess I was." Tyson sweatdropped.
"The diary is about my life. It's about me, you and a little about Mako." Hilary smiled tenderly at him. He gave her a glance.
"So... does that mean you've written all our bantering since we were kids till the time we got married as adults?" Tyson said amusingly.
"Yep." Hilary slightly blushed. Tyson was amused at this more, "There's EACH AND EVERY thing and moment of us imprinted intricately from my heart."
"Am I going to get a chance to read you heart, Hilary?" He asked.
"Take it, after I'm gone. Promise me that you'll protect it. Its private. No one will read it but you." She stared seriously at him.
"Pinky promise," Tyson just smiled.
"What happens after death by the way? I heard from mom that good souls ascend up to heaven and bad ones go to hell?" Hilary asked innocently to him.
"Uh well..." Tyson began frantically. He himself doubted the theories of afterlife, "I think so, maybe?" He mused.
"But hey, I'm sure your soul will go to heaven, Hilary." Tyson said positively, "Maybe you could meet Grandpa too!"
"Oh yes! How can I forget him. I might meet old people there... but what if I get lost and ends up in hell?" Hilary frowned,
"Even the fire of hell will cool down if you go in there. Because just that's how you are, wifey." Tyson said lovingly in his lucid voice.
"Aw Tyson." Hilary cooed, "But... oh yeah, you did forgive me for all those nagging and bickering, right? I don't want to leave on a bad note about that time-"
"Are you kidding? We were kids and stupid. Does that even count? Really no." Tyson shrugged.
"Well, so I'm assuming that you've forgiven me." Hilary sighed and curled herself on the seat,
"Um are you okay?" Tyson looked worriedly at her. Soon, there would be bone marrow aspiration, lymph node surgeries performed as the last ditch on her. Soon her body would be overflowing with heavy doses of drugs and that would eventually give her a lesser painful death.
She leaned back and gasped, holding her hands closer to her chest.
As soon as she was put on stretcher and taken to a ward, Tyson came running back of her. Kai, Max, Gou and Makoto were gathered on the waiting bench of the corridor outside.
"Makoto! I want to meet my son!" Hilary screamed as the nurse forcefully took her inside.
"Maamaaa!" Makoto cried and struggled from Kai's arms to free himself and run to his mom.
"Let him go," Tyson said, his eyes veered at Hilary crying.
Makoto freed himself and jumped out and darted inside the ward, hugging Hilary.
"Mama, what happened to you? Mama! Please say something!" Makoto cried, tears continually flowing out. Hilary just cuddled him closely, and kissed him plentiful, just for one last time.
"My brave baby boy... I'm so sorry. I love you so much. Please be a good boy and listen to dad, always. Promise?" Hilary's voice was giving up.
Tyson was not allowed to step in and the nurses were glaring at the kid to shove out.
"Promise, mama." Makoto implored, "Are are you gonna leave us, mama?" He asked.
Before she could answer, Kai had to forcefully grab Makoto away and take him out. The little bundle kept on yelling and sobbing. Gou consoled him once they were out but that helped a little.
Tyson and Max walked to the consultant as he was about to start the surgery,
"How much time she has?" Tyson asked with bloodshot eyes.
"Mr. Granger, please try to be courageous. Hilary's entire body is overflowing with metastasis. She's not dying of pain only because of heavy sedatives she's upon! It would be a miracle if she survives till tomorrow morning."
"Sir, but the surgery-" Max was cut off,
"Honestly saying, this surgery is the least help; but at least, she will not have a bitter death. I hope you got me," the consultant walked inside. The nurses were preparing the anesthesia while doctor changed his mask. The door of operation theater got closed.
Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones
They took you away on a table
I pace back and forth as you lay still
Tyson's condition was deadly. His eyes got badly bloodshot after crying for the entire evening alone in the bathroom. He was beyond broke, livid to extremes thinking how fate was cruel at him. He was on the critical verge of taking a blade and cutting his wrist. The thought of Makoto only was stopping him.
I can't imagine a world with you gone
The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of
I'd be so lost if you left me alone.
While Kai and Max took care of kids, trying to pacify them and keep them calm. The time had finally arrived, Tyson had to let her go and wish her well...
Finally, around at nine p.m, Tyson mustered up courage and showed out where the group was waiting for him. The Consultant surgeon was waiting for him too. With that look on his face, Tyson looked nearly like a zombie or a murderer.
"Tyson..." Max whispered, worriedly.
"Your wife is no more in pain now. The surgery went good. She's at peace. She have...f-few minutes more. One of you can meet her," The Surgeon patted him and left. Everyone looked at Tyson. His expressions remained unchanged. Makoto was asleep after storms and hours of crying since morning.
"Tyson, go. Tell her goodbye," Kai pressed his shoulder. Tyson nodded and trudged inside the ward, closing the door behind him.
Hilary was lying with eyes close, wrapped up in light blue and white operation suit, a cotton head cap was enveloping her hair.
'Will you just leave me alone! Why you keep nagging huh?'
'Tyson Granger, your brain is gone nuts! Get a grip! And very unfortunately, I'm not leaving you anytime. Even my ghost will haunt you if I die! Get used to me!'
Tyson smiled nostalgically and settled beside her on the edge vaguely.
"How can you leave me? I got so used to you, Hilary." Tyson chuckled bitterly and took her palm and pressed it in between his two,
"You know, I really thought at one point that you'll never leave me. I was rude, uncaring and selfish so much! I'm sorry... Please don't leave me," he quickly wiped his tears as they were about to fall on her face. His voice was in croaked whispers, imploring her.
Hilary softly opened her eyes. Tyson could barely see her large ruby eyes which always shone at him.
"Baka, I'll come to haunt you. Who's leaving you, huh?" Hilary cheered in her faint whispers,
Tyson's ears were all there to hear her, see her and just live this moment to hundred percent for one last time.
"You told me you will never leave me," he complained, sniffling in middle.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my promise. Fate is not supporting me Tyson. Death will come and take me in few minutes now," Hilary freed her palm and strenuously lifted her hands and cupped his face with both her palms,
He leaned and kept his face close to her, supporting himself by elbows on her sides.
"I love you Hilary. I loved you the most in my life- more than Dragoon, more than Makoto. Thanks for giving me WONDERFUL memories with you." He cried freely now, not caring that her face was getting ruined by his steamy tears.
"I loved you too, the most." She smiled and caressed his cheek, there were no tears in her eyes, "Tyson, when you'll read my diary, you'll feel that you're living with me once again since we were 14,"
Hilary pulled him more closer and whispered, "Every memory, every word, every touch, every feeling and emotion is imprinted in it. I'll be still by your side every day. Don't cry." She wiped his tears with her thumbs. His heart cried and shuddered.
"My once used to be teammate, then best friend, then girlfriend and then my wife is leaving me. But still, I'll not cry now." He sniffled in and smiled for her,
"Good bye Hilary. Tell Grandpa that I've become a very good man like he wanted," he laughed through it.
"I'll get to that," Hilary smiled, "Take care of Mokoto. Take him out-"
"I will! I will, okay," Tyson licked his dry lips and cupped her face,
Her lips parted in a gasp as he leaned to leave the final imprints of love on her lips one last time. She responded back and kissed him passionately, trying to take her fingers on his back of neck.
Lips danced against each other, conveying gratefulness and oceans of affection and attachments. Suddenly, her breath seized and her lips stopped kissing him. Her hands fell limply on sides with a thud. Tyson got the hint. His soul got scrunched up and crumpled. He pulled back.
Her face limply fell on one side, and her eyes were already closed. He froze. Completely. No words or cries came out. He ardently wished if she would open her eyes one last time at him even after knowing that she was dead.
Someone entered in with a white rectangular large cloth. He was oblivious to everything. He silently got up and stared at her numbly. Someone patted him in condolence from back.
No matter what I do
I know the simple truth
I had to let you go and wish you well,
And wish you well,
And wish you well.
He took her palm and carefully kissed her fingers, the ring finger of their wedding limply rolled off and fell. But he caught it and grabbed. She was dead before his eyes and the reality didn't give a fuck to be changed. Kai and Max supported him and carried him out. He limply walked out.
'I hope I gave you a memorable goodbye; Hilary... See, your Tyson is not crying. He's become brave like you wanted him to be.'
Those special memories of you,
Will always bring a smile.
If only I could have you back,
For just a little while.
Then we could sit and talk again
Just like we used to do,
You always meant so much,
And will always do.
The fact that you are no longer here
Will always cause me pain
But you're forever in my heart,
Until we meet again.
-XXX-
A/N: This fic is officially over. I hope this story justifies why Hilary didn't appear in manga. That was one of the reasons why I published this fic, because I believed Makoto's mom in manga was Hilary. This seemed a suitable plot, at least to me, to reason out why Hilary isn't there in manga... I can't say how utterly broke I felt when I wrote this.
I'm sorry for making you all feel so sad by this heart-breaking tragedy, but please if you're reading it, do review.
Reply to beyblade origins or happypeanuts: Its okay if you skipped the M rated scene in "Listening to her", that's no biggie. I used to do the same when I was young.^_~ Still thanks for admiring the plotline, reading and reviewing. Yea, I'll continue writing more, thanks for your kind words! It's so sweet of you to call me di! ^_^
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