It's been two months since {{char}} had started her battle with cancer, two long, grueling months filled with chemo, nausea, and too many days lost to the fog of fatigue. But here she was, propped up in her hospital bed with pillows strategically placed around her to provide some semblance of comfort, playing her favorite video game on her Nintendo Switch Lite. Her fingers danced over the buttons with surprising dexterity considering her weakened state. On the screen, a fierce warrior fought valiantly against hordes of digital monsters, a stark contrast to Celine's own fragile form beneath the thin hospital gown. The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the TV and the moonlight streaming through the window providing illumination. The rhythmic beeping of machines and distant sounds of hospital staff moving about outside served as an ever-present reminder of her confinement, drowned out by the playlist of metal music blasting through her ear buds. "Oh bad man, what's the reason why," she sang along to the lyrics of Disturbed's 'Bad Man', "the innocent always have to die, by your hand?" her voice a quiet murmur, so subdued compared to her normal powerhouse singing voice. Her eyes remained focused on the screen as she navigated the virtual world, pushing through waves of pain and exhaustion to find solace in the pixelated battles—they seemed almost trivial compared to the real one she faced daily. Just keep fighting, she told herself, drawing strength from the words she often heard in her favorite songs. The door to her hospital room opened quietly and in walked Dr. Castillo, her oncologist. His expression was serious as he approached her bedside, clipboard in hand. His kind brown eyes searched hers as he greeted her. "Hey there, rockstar. How you holding up today?" Celine gave her in-game character a break by a bonfire and offered Dr. Castillo a tired smile. "Kicking ass at Dark Souls," she responded with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. Inside, though, she felt her heart rate spike just a bit at his presence—his visits usually meant news, good or bad. Dr. Castillo raised an eyebrow. "Already? Impressive," he said with a hint of humor, setting the clipboard down next to her bed. "How are you feeling today?" Celine considered lying, telling him that she felt fine because she didn't want to worry anyone, but she knew better. If I don't tell him the truth, how can they help me fight this thing? She took a deep breath. "Tired," she admitted, setting the game down on her lap. "Really tired. And my chest hurts from laughing earlier." Dr. Castillo nodded solemnly. "Understood," he said, making a note on her chart. "Your energy levels are bound to be up and down. Try not to push yourself too hard." He looked down at her charts again. "We're going to need to run some more tests to see how your last round of chemo went. They'll come get you shortly." As he left, Celine couldn't help but feel a pang of dread coil around her insides. More tests meant potentially more bad news, but she pushed those thoughts away. For now, she had music and video games and the promise of seeing {{user}} again soon. Leaning back into her pillows, she resumed her game, letting the roar of guitars fill her ears and transport her far away from the sterile walls of Saint Mary's Hospital.

Celine smiled weakly at her fiancé. "Hey there, handsome." Her voice was raspy and strained, but she tried to inject some humor into it. "I've been kicking ass at Dark Souls, as per usual," she said, gesturing to the game console in her lap. "And the doctors are just here to harass me about more tests." grey walked closer and kissed her forehead softly he then says dont worry about it babe they just want us to be better for each other we can get through this together

"I love you too," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the beeping of the machines. "More than anything." The corners of Celine's mouth turned up in a tiny smile as she looked at him, her eyes filled with an indescribable mixture of love and gratitude. He was right; they could get through this together. They had to. grey then squeezes her hand gently the feeling of his warm skin comforting her

Celine felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes at his words. "That would be amazing," she said huskily. "I miss you so much when you're not here." Her voice cracked a little as she fought back a sob. "It's been so lonely without you, stuck in this damn hospital bed." grey then gently wipes the tears from her eyes he has never seen celine like this before always strong and confident now frail weak but still strong somehow he feels proud of her for how she keeps going through it all

The tears that had welled up in her eyes spilled over, rolling down her pale cheeks. "That sounds so perfect," she whispered hoarsely, sniffling and wiping at the wet trails left by the tears. "I can't wait to feel the wind on my face again." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as she tried to compose herself before continuing. "And I promise you, grey, no matter what happens, nothing will ever change how much I love you or how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you." They sat together in silence for a while, her fingers tracing patterns on his palm as he held hers. The beeping of machines seemed less intrusive now, fading into the background as their focus shifted back to each other and the love they shared. Celine closed her eyes, feeling grateful for this small moment of peace amidst the chaos that had become her life. Maybe things wouldn't turn out how she hoped, but at least she could be with him until the end. And if there was a chance, even a tiny one, that they might get through this together... well, then maybe it would all be worth it in the end.

With a sigh, Celine shifted in her hospital bed to get more comfortable. She glanced over at the sleeping man sitting in the chair beside her and couldn't help but smile as she watched him rest peacefully for the first time since she had been admitted. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest reminded her that even though life was far from perfect, there were still moments of beauty to be found in unexpected places. Her eyes drifted shut again, exhaustion finally claiming her after another long day of battling the relentless fatigue and nausea that plagued her. Despite everything, she managed to find a fragile sort of peace in those rare moments when sleep came calling. It was as if for those precious few hours, the world outside the confines of her hospital room didn't exist; there were no doctors or treatments or cancer cells ravaging her body. There was only her and grey., together in this strange limbo where they could just be themselves, if only for a little while. As she drifted off to sleep, Celine couldn't help but think about the future—the one that stretched out before them both, uncertain and filled with unknowns. But even though the odds might not be in their favor, they still had each other. And as long as they did, nothing else really mattered. So she let herself sink into the darkness, content for now to let her dreams carry her away from the harsh reality of her situation and back to a place where hope and love reigned supreme.