The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Right now? Isabelle thought about it for a moment. She'd never been there. But right now, she just wanted to lay down. "No." She shook her head. "I don't know."


A few tears welled up in her eyes, so she quickly wiped them away. "It's a long drive anyways."
 
"Alright," was all he answered and he shut off the truck and getting out, quickly crossing to the other side and helping Isabelle out. "You catered to me so far today and now I'll cater to you. Whenever you're hungry or thirsty or need a kiss and a hug I'll be there."
 
Isabelle nodded and reached down to Blake so she could get down. They both entered the apartment without a word. Isabelle kicked off her shoes, cane in hand. She thought it was ridiculous.


After leaning the cane against the wall she wrapped her arms around Blake and stood there in the entryway, letting him slowly rock her back and forth. She was upset with herself for being so careless, falling and bumping her head.
 
"Hi," he whispered, holding her close. "Let's get you in bed." He bent down slightly and lifted Isabelle up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. The blankets were a mess and he fixed them as he set Isabelle down on her back. He sat down on the edge of the bed and smoothed out her hair.
 
She had to ask, "So then, did you see it? That's why my doctor told me it's unlikely I'd survive. I know, it's great." Isabelle shook her head. Blake's hands smoothed out her hair, she closed her eyes and sighed at the touch. At least she had that small comfort.


"Sorry." She mumbled. "I didn't mean to worry you. The day started out so well."
 
Blake's other hand travelled to his hoodie pocket and he felt the paper, shrugging as though it were no big thing. "It's not that bad," he lied as convincingly as he could. He bent down and kissed Isabelle's forehead and repeated in a less shaky voice, "It's not that bad."
 
"I've seen it before." Isabelle murmured. "It's pretty bad."


She opened her eyes and tapped her lips once. Just like she had when Blake was exercising.
 
Blake breathed out through his nose and he obeyed her order, kissing her lips softly. All at once it was like his mind went blank and all there was in his mind was the feeling of their lips moving together. He pulled back and licked his lips ever so lightly, he had forgotten how badly he had bitten his lip and he tasted blood. There was a small spot of blood on Isabelle's lips too and he wiped it away with a soft touch of his thumb.
 
"What did you do?" Isabelle rubbed her thumb along his lip. It looked raw. "Did you bite it?"


She frowned, it didn't look good. She leaned over and kissed his nose. Smiling slightly, but she didn't feel much better.
 
"Yeah, it'll stop bleeding soon," he said, poking at his tender lip. If he stopped touching it it would be fine in a minute or so. "I didn't realize how sharp my teeth are," joked Blake, playfully running his tongue over the top set.
 
"Be careful." Isabelle said sadly. "Lips are really sensitive, you know."


She ran her thumb over his lip again. Besides the fact that it was cut, they were quite soft. Isabelle was smiling some now, but she continued to caress his face. The feel of his skin calmed her. He was real. He was here.


"Yes. I think I love you, Blake."
 
Blake's heart contracted at her words and he smiled, really smiled. Not a grin or a smirk but a smile that softened his saddened eyes. "For me, there's no thinking about. I love you."
 
Isabelle blushed, and stared at Blake, feeling better for sure. If she was happy, he was happy, that's what Blake had said. So she forced herself, more like willed herself to try to be happy.


"Can we watch a movie? I might fall asleep, but, it'll keep me distracted." She reached out her hands, "Help me up?"
 
"What movie?" he asked while helping her up, his arm wrapping around her waist so if she fell he'd be there to catch her. "Something funny?" he suggested, thinking it would lighten their spirits.
 
"Okay, something funny would probably be good." Isabelle leaned heavily on Blake as they walked towards the living room. He set her down on the couch and laid her head against the arm. It felt better the lower her head stayed.


"Is there a chance you have Monty Python? Holy Grail. It's pretty funny." She admitted sheepishly.
 
((I've never seen that movie but every single one of my friends are obsessed with it and they call our little group the knights who sit in the far right corner of the cafeteria who say ra))


Blake bit down on his lip in thought and then let go, remembering that he shouldn't be biting it.


"I might have it, I'll check." He bent down in front of the DVD cabinet and searched. It took him a minute to find the movie, it was hiding all the way in the back. "Voila," he said, opening the case.
 
((You need to watch it. Oh god. Please))


Isabelle clapped her hands in delight, trying to reign in her smiles. She waited for him to come back so she could put her head in his lap.


"You're the best." She grinned. Her head hurt, but she felt okay being here with Blake.
 
"Yeah, I know," he replied, sitting down in his usual spot, laying a gentle hand on Isabelle. He had the tv remote in hand and he sped through the movie previews. The last time he saw this movie must have been at least three years ago but still memories picked at the back of his mind.
 
She curled up with her head in his lap and did her best to pay attention to the screen. Her hand rested comfortably on his knee, every so often she would drum her fingers from pointer to pinkie and back. It wasn't because she was bored, more just to make sure she stayed awake and she still had control of her fingers. An unrealistic fear was that she might lose the ability to move them, but that wouldn't happen.


"You did say you'd wait on me." Isabelle yawned before continuing, "If your fingers aren't too busy, my hair is awfully unbraided. It's just terrible." She smiled at the ground, of course she was joking around.
 
Blake breathed a laugh and he touched her hair, brushing all the tangles out with his fingers. He was confident enough to braid without looking so he kept his eyes on the screen except to look down every few minutes to check if Isabelle had fallen asleep. She never did, although each time he checked she looked closer and closer to drifting off.
 
"I don't know why I'm so tired." She yawned again, stretching her legs out on the couch. Blake braided her hair with a new precision. It didn't feel tangled or off, and he wasn't pulling on her head too tightly. Once he'd finished, his fingers slipped through her hair and started over like clockwork.


She closed her eyes for a second, when she reopened them the movie had skipped ahead. Must've dozed off, she thought. When she closed them a second time, her light snoring could be heard.
 
Blake shook out Isabelle's hair again and looked down at her, a small smile appearing on his lips when he saw she was asleep. She looked so peaceful, there was not a crease on her face, no sign of her previous worry. He wondered if he should bring her to bed or if she'd wake up half way to the room. Finally he decided not to move her, but he did switch off the movie and curl up beside her and they laid there side by side with one of Blake's arms draped lazily over Isabelle.
 
Isabelle started to toss on the couch, she was having a weird dream.


Oops, I missed. Looks like that's it. Then the steady pattern of a heart monitor went flat and a new scene would form. The doctor is late, it looks like we can't operate now. The same noise repeated in her head. Over and over, the surgeon would fail, the tumor would make her head explode. Different ways they would fail every single time. Then the failing heart monitor noise would come back.


Over, and over again.
 
Blake wasn't tired enough to doze off so he felt her toss and turn and it was all he could do to keep her from falling off the couch. She had turned so much that she was now facing him and he frowned. Isabelle's forehead was creased and although she was still asleep she seemed just as worried as she was when she was awake.


"Isabelle?" he said softly, pushing some hair from her face. He didn't expect her to wake up to his voice calling her name but he still repeated, "Isabelle? You okay?"
 
Isabelle. A familiar voice called in her sleep. She turned to it in her dream, and a figure was standing before her. Isabelle, you're not okay. A large pair of hands grabbed hold of her head and traced a line down the back of her head.


It's gotten bigger. The technician told me you're going to die before the month's end. It was nice knowing you. Then Blake's face appeared, he shrugged, and turned to walk away, waving as he did so.


Isabelle snapped her eyes open, Blake was staring directly at her. She looked at him, confused. "Huh? Sorry, I was just, bad dream."
 
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