The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake laughed as he pushed up, and when he came back down he kissed her several times. "Hi," he whispered, holding himself inches from her face. "Even upside down you're beautiful," complimented Blake, trying to get a smile out of Isabelle.
 
She smiled in response, her face turned red, too. She pulled her head away and turned to face the floor, hands on either side of her face. "I think you just like to make me blush because I get awkward!" she laughed.


Even so, he made her smile. She turned her head slightly to attempt to get a glance at his face.
 
"You're cute when you're awkward!" he said, sitting back. "It's almost like you get shy and it's just really cute."


Blake smiled, running a hand through his hair. "So, I have a question..." he started cautiously, scared to ask. "Are we... together? Or is this just a fun thing for a few days?"
 
After Isabelle was over her embarrassment, her face changed. This was something she hadn't considered. She rolled over and propped herself on her elbows. "I..." She stuttered, nervous as to what he might say in response, "I really like you, Blake."


Unsure as to whether or not he would respond how she wanted, she looked down so she couldn't read his facial expressions. "I know that for you it might not be worth it, I can understand that. But I like spending time with you." Isabelle took a chance to glance towards Blake, not quite looking him in the eye. "I'd like to be, you know, together."
 
Blake didn't like that she couldn't look right at him, it showed that she was nervous of his answer. He reached out and gripped her chin, making her stare right at him. "Isabelle, I really like you too. And I want to be together... but I'm scared."


Now he was the one looking away so he let her face go, running his hand through his hair again. "I mean, what if we get more attached and I don't know... What if something happens?"
 
"You mean, what if I die? Right?" Isabelle's eyes felt close to tears. "There's a good chance of that."


She didn't know what she could say. On one hand, she understood part of his reasoning. If he devoted any more time into a relationship, he would only be devastated if she died. On the other hand, Isabelle wanted to take a risk. For her, this could mean the last month, and she did not want to spend it alone.


Isabelle sat up and rubbed her eyes to keep from crying. "I don't know, Blake. It's harder for you, I get that, if I die, I won't feel anything. But you, I get it, it's okay." Her voice cracked, and she smiled sadly at the space between them.
 
Blake's jaw went slack when he saw she was close to tears and he scooted closer, pulling her onto his lap. "Hey, hun, it's okay, please don't cry. I don't care if you die, I'll be here until you do, even if you survive the operation and you die of old age, I'll be here." Blake knew very well that it was a lot to promise but if it made her feel better, he'd tell her anything.
 
"I don't want to die." Isabelle finally cracked, she tried to keep quiet as she sobbed against him. "I don't want you to promise things just because I'm dying, you don't have to."


She lifted her hands over her face to cover the tears that streamed from her eyes. Unfortunately, crying just made her head throb. Isabelle was bothered she couldn't keep herself composed. "I'm not ready for this, I don't want to die, Blake."
 
Blake smoothed out her hair and rubbed her back and soon he was unconsciously rocking back and forth. He really didn't like the sound of her crying, and he didn't dare look at her.


"I know, I know," he murmured into her hair, "But you're strong, you'll go into surgery and you'll come out and everything will go back to normal for you."
 
"B-but, the surgeon," She hiccuped, "He told me, at the rate it's growing." She couldn't finish speaking, so she continued to cry. Blake did his best to comfort her, she felt his hand on her back. It relieved her only slightly. Tears wouldn't stop pouring from her eyes and her headache was growing in intensity the more she cried.


Suddenly, she felt much hotter than before. Her face burned. She lifted her head to find where she'd left the icepack. It rested near her feet. "I don't feel so good..." Isabelle mumbled, she reached forward and her vision started to change from spotted yellow to flashes of black. She slumped back against Blake, and closed her eyes.
 
Blake was about to reassure her some more but then she went limp and he wasn't sure what to do. "Isabelle?" he asked, leaning forward so he could get a look at her face.
 
Her eyes were still closed, and she was breathing slowly, but she was still breathing. She moaned slightly, and her lips moved to say something, but it was quiet. "...don't feel good..." She tried to say loudly. "Hot."


If she tried to open her eyes, the spots in her vision returned. It was simply easier to keep them shut.
 
"Um," he said, laying her down and he stood up quickly and opened all the living room windows and got some more ice packs and putting one on her forehead, one at the base of her neck and one more in her hand that she could put where ever she wanted it. He wasn't quite sure what to do now.
 
"It's okay." She reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out. For a split second she thought about calling Judith, but then her thoughts were jumbled, and she felt dizzy. The ice felt good against her skin, but she was starting to feel closer to passing out.


"Call Judy, I don't want her to be mad." Isabelle begged quietly, she sat up for a moment, and held her phone out to Blake. She thought he took it, and then she slumped back again, passed out from the fever and pain in her head.
 
Blake took the phone from her and looked through the contacts until he found her aunt and he called her. She answered and Blake said, "Hi, I'm with Isabelle right now and she's not feeling well at all and she told me to call you." Other than that he didn't know what to say.
 
"Hello, Blake." She sounded cheery over the phone, at least, "You're that nice boy who spilled coffee on Izzy."


Only after did she sound more serious, "Yes, she had a fever this morning. When you say she's not well, what do you mean, dear? Is she still warm, nausea, any vision changes? She told me you know about her tumor, I just have to ask."
 
"Well um she's a lot hotter than she was when she first got here and," he took a second to ask Isabelle a question and then he replied, "and yeah there's a vision change."
 
"Well, dear, I'd come get her but my car is in the shop for another day." She was quiet for a second before she spoke again, "It's raining now, and I'd feel bad asking you to watch her, I just can't come and get her. Oh, dear, but if you could that'd be great. I'm so sorry to ask."
 
"I've got a car, I'll bring her to you," he said, already standing up. He lifted Isabelle up slowly, supporting most of her weight. "I'd keep her here until it passes, but I'm worried that it'll get worse and I won't know what to do."
 
"Oh, alright, thank you so much dear. I assumed you didn't have a car, woops." She again sounded overly cheery, "Bye now."


Isabelle did her best to stand alongside Blake. She mumbled an apology, "Sorry, I thought I was okay." She gripped around him tightly so as not to fall. "I'm really embarrassed."
 
Blake nodded and brought her out to the foyer, helping her into her shoes. He carried her coat in his arm and he helped her out into the truck. Getting her into the raised cab was the most difficult part, but after that was done it wasn't long after that they were driving down the road.
 
Isabelle pressed her cheek against the window in Blake's truck, too flustered to say anything anymore. When they arrived at her house, she couldn't look him in the eye without frowning slightly. Judith came to let them both inside and out of the rain.


Judith lead her niece to the couch and set her down, telling her to sit up. There was a glass of water on the coffee table, she instructed Isabelle to drink it. Her aunt touched Isabelle's forehead, felt her neck, and just generally looked her over before taking her temperature.


"Isabelle, no more of this, you have to take care of yourself." She scolded. "One hundred two, you aren't going anywhere until you're well."


She turned her attention to Blake, shaking her head, "I'm so sorry you had to bring her here, I shouldn't have let her go out today. Thank you so much for driving her back."
 
"It was really no problem at all," he said, not taking his worried eyes off his... what he guessed he could now call his girlfriend. He ran his hand through his hair, his worry making him exhausted. "I guess I'll leave now."
 
"Oh, dearie, don't you worry." Judith came up to Blake and patted his shoulder. "If you want to stay for dinner, feel free, but you're always welcome here." Judith smiled.


Isabelle laid down on the couch and turned to glance at Blake. Judith continued to talk as Isabelle tried to get his attention, but, a stare-off wasn't the best way to do that. She didn't want him to leave.


"She's tough, she'll be okay."
 
"Yeah, I know she's tough," he said quietly, mostly to himself than to anyone else. Blake took a few steps forward and knelt beside Isabelle's head. "You're tough," he repeated, smoothing out her tangled hair with a caring touch.
 
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