the ultimate irony

I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing ((Strider Sadstuck))

• ((This is best read while listening to Aerosmith's "Don't Wanna Miss A Thing". ))
• ▲: hey
• ▼: Little Bro.
• ▼: What the fuck are you doing up?
• ▼: Isn't this a school night or some shit?
• ▲: i havent been in public school since i was six
• ▲: i wouldve graduated by now anyways
• ▲: im nineteen bro
• ▼: Well I'll be damned, time does fly.
• ▼: Normally I would say that this was a serious fuckup in guardian duty on my part.
• ▼: But then I remembered that you never leave your room, so it isn't as though I would be able to tell if you aged anyway.
• ▲: bro im not even in my room
• ▲: i havent been for a month now
• ▼: Welp. I'm just gonna shut right up and let you explain shit, because obviously the smuppet fumes are getting to me.
• ▲: 1 im in the hospital
• ▲: i have been for a month
• ▲: and you ahvent noticed
• ▲: havent*
• ▲: 2 i have cancer
• ▲: leukemia actually
• ▲: 3 i have about eight weeks to live
• ▼: Excuse me? Did you not think to fill me in at any fucking point in time? Did it not seem important, Dave?
• ▲: not at the time, no
• ▲: i just wanted to enjoy my life without having to deal with you or anyone else making a big deal out of making my every last second absolutely amazing
• ▲: you never even noticed those times i snuck out for four hours in the middle of the day?
• ▲: seriously?
• ▼: I noticed, I just didn't think it was a big deal, Jesus Christ. I thought you were going off to meet friends or get laid or whatever. Cancer wasn't exactly on my top ten list of things to worry about.
• ▲: yeah
• ▲: well
• ▲: its too late now
• ▲: now isnt it?
• ▲: do you think you could come pick me up in the morning?
• ▲: the doctor said it was fine if i went home to keel over
• ▼: Of course I can come pick you up, what kind of question is that? But I refuse to believe that there's nothing to be done.
• ▲: chemo failed
• ▲: bone marrow transplant failed
• ▲: they tried everything possible already
• ▼: Well then they can fucking try again.
• ▼: Dave, you can't just give up goddamn that is the worst attitude ever.
• ▲: i suffered for a whole fucking year
• ▲: and that fucking transplant hurt
• ▲: and chemo hurt
• ▲: and everything just hurts
• ▲: i give up
• ▼: That's not fair, kid, you didn't tell anyone.
• ▼: You didn't tell me.
• ▼: I would have been there. I know I've fucked up in the past, but I. Would. Have. Been. There.
• ▲: i already explained why i didnt say anything until now
• ▲: but now
• ▲: now i just want to spend every second possible with you okay?
• ▲: make up for lost time and all
• ▼: Whatever you want, I'll do it. Fine. But you cannot just expect me to stand by and watch you die.
• ▼: I don't care if I'm being selfish, this isn't right.
• ▲: i will keep you awake at night unironically singing aerosmith
• ▲: i swear
• ▲: every night
• ▼: I will sing along with you if that's what it takes.
• ▼: They can test my bone marrow, see if I'm a match.
• ▼: We'll get you a second transplant.
• ▼: You won't have to go through it alone this time.
• ▲: bro
• ▲: no
• ▲: i refuse to take your bone marrow
• ▲: even if you are a match
• ▲: just no
• ▲: i refuse to put you through that pain when it will most likely be in vain.
• ▼: That's the most fucking idiotic thing I've ever heard. I am a grown man, Dave, I can deal with whatever they throw at me if it means saving your life.
• ▼: Don't you realize how young you are?
• ▼: You've got your whole goddamn life ahead of you.
• ▲: i have two months ahead of me
• ▲: thats it
• ▲: its too late for another transplant
• ▼: So we're not even going to try? No. Thank you for playing, please try again.
• ▲: i dont want to try again
• ▲: i can barely even get out of bed on some days
• ▲: my body is no where near strong enough to undergo another attempted transplant
• ▼: Please.
• ▼: Do not do this to me.
• ▼: You can't just ditch me, it's always been you and I against the world.
• ▼: I'm not saying it'll be a fucking walk in the park, but isn't it better than the alternative?
• ▼: Is your life really so bad?
• ▲: for the last year yes it has been
• ▲: most nights i cried myself to sleep because of how much pain i was in
• ▲: the only reason i weigh over eighty pounds now is because i stopped taking chemo and stopped puking because of it
• ▲: im sorry i didnt tell you sooner
• ▲: i really do regret not telling you
• ▲: because then i wouldnt have been alone
• ▲: but i didnt think it wouldve been so bad
• ▼: But don't you understand? You don't have to do it alone anymore. I can help, I promise.
• ▲: its /too late/ bro
• ▼: I'll be there every step of the way, I don't care what it is.
• ▼: No. Come on, Dave.
• ▼: Please, I'll do anything.
• ▼: Just don't leave me alone.
• ▼: I love you.
• ▲: theres nothing we can do
• ▲: i love you too bro
• ▲: im sorry
• ▲: i really really am
• ▲: but i just want to spend my last weeks with you
• ▼: I.... okay. Alright, whatever you need.
• ▼: I'll come right now.
• ▼: Fuck waiting until morning.
• ▲: okay
• ▲: thank you
• ▲: ill be waiting outside for you
• ▲: im already checked out and stuff
• ▼: -Dirk grabbed his keys and sprinted out the apartment door, trying to control the shaking in his limbs. It was all too much to process and the only thing that made sense was the need to see Dave immediately. He got into his shitty camry and pealed away, completely disregarding the speed limit on his way to the hospital.-
• ▲: *By the time he arrived, just like Dave said, the younger Strider was sitting outside on a stone bench, shivering violently with three blankets wrapped around his shoulders and his backpack in his lap. He looked exhausted, fragile, and much too thin for someone of a height of almost six foot. His red eyes were dull, hopeless. His once lightly tanned skin was a horrible, sickly pale shade now. He wore a red beanie on his head to hide his baldness. He'd never bothered with wigs. He looked up as he saw the car pull up, and his eyes lit up, though he didn't try to get up yet.*
• ▼: -The sight of his emaciated and faded little brother made his stomach clench painfully, but Dirk did his best to hide his dismay as he got out of the car and hurried over. He wasn't sure if he should help Dave to his feet and let him walk, or just lift him bodily and carry him to the car. God, he looked so small.- Can you move?
• ▲: yeah... i can.... *His voice was quieter than it used to be, more timid. He stood slowly, legs shaking as if lifting his meager weight was a horrible chore. He clutched his back pack to his chest. Dave's brow was furrowed in concentration as he tried to keep his balance. He swayed slightly as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him.*
• ▼: -Without thinking, Dirk reached out and steadied the younger man; one arm went around his waist to keep him upright and the other reached out and plucked the backpack from his arms. He didn't have words to describe his shock at how light Dave had become, the smaller man's entire body was easily supported by an impossibly small fraction of his strength.- Careful now, little bro, easy does it.
• ((This is what we have so far.))