It started out innocent enough. Will would be unable to recall little things like what time he was supposed to be at rehearsals, he’d become more clumsy than usual, developed strange tics and an inability to sit still.
Of course, the pair of you thought little of it, chalking it up to the over-exertion of a touring lifestyle.
Which was precisely the reason you were so horribly unprepared for the real reason.
A trip to the doctor’s office two years ago left you and Will with more anxiety about the future than you’d ever thought possible. By then, you had figured out that his uncontrollable movements were nothing to discount (especially since they’d begun to affect his ability to play the bass), but you hadn’t imagined the diagnosis you were to receive.
Huntington’s Chorea: a hereditary disease marked by degeneration of the brain cells and causing chorea and progressive dementia.
That’s the nasty little definition that popped up when you googled the disease your fiancé – now husband – has. The clean, scientific description sounds nothing like the layman’s terms the doctor put it in for you. Essentially, no matter what you do, Will is going to lose control of his body and he’s going to forget. It’s inevitable.
Talk about a punch in the gut, huh?
Now you’re lying in bed with him, his head pressed against your shoulder as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, unable to stop the steady stream of tears that wet his cheeks. “I don’t wan’ ‘o forget you.”
His words are slightly slurred, in a manner that you could almost just attribute to him drinking a little too much, but that would be unfair to him. The quiet statement is enough to make you want to burst into tears yourself, but you don’t. You try not to let him see the toll this takes on you, to watch the person you love fall apart.
“You know there’s no use in worrying about it now, love,” you try to soothe him, pressing a kiss to his head. This is nothing you haven’t talked about before, the undeniable fact that he will never grow old, that there will most likely come a time he can’t even remember his own life.
“It’s already ta–aken my guitar, I won’t let it take yo’ too.”
“I know you won’t,” you murmur against his head.
Your own silent tears flow freely now because of how goddamn unfair this whole situation is. Will was at the height of his career with the boys, traveling the world and doing what he loves, only to lose it because his genetics are against him.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Will’s quiet voice draws you from your thoughts. “I love you, s-so much.”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you look down into the grey eyes you’ve come to know so well, thanking whatever god there may be that there’s still recognition and love in them. “I love you too. You know I’m with you for better or for worse–”
“–In sickness and in health. Yeah, I still remember that bit, babe,” Will slurs slightly as he cuts you off, making light of the situation with a self-satisfied smirk.
You laugh softly with a nod, muttering, “Show off,” as you press a kiss to his lips, doing your best to ignore the fact that he’s repeatedly clenching and unclenching the hand that holds yours as you know he’s got no control over it.
Will leans his forehead against yours, eyes staying closed as he musters up enough resolve to force his mouth to comply with the words he wants to say.
“Thank you. For everything.” Grey eyes blink open to meet yours, searching for any hint of regret, though he finds nothing but the calm, affectionate smile he’s come to learn is reserved only for him.
You caress his cheek gently. “I’d do it all over again if it means having you around, William.”
Satisfied with your response, your husband lays his head back against your shoulder, holding you as close to him as his body will allow. You snuggle back into the mattress, content to cuddle with the love of your life despite the horrors that life has thrown at you.
It isn’t long before Will’s breathing evens out into a steady snore, eliciting a tired, but amused smile from you. You’ve never quite understood his ability to fall asleep immediately anytime and anywhere, and you must say you often find yourself quite jealous of the talent.
“You always take it further than I ever can…” you mumble to your sleeping husband.
With that, you’re left with nothing to do but beg Oblivion not to take him from you too soon.
~~~~~ Oblivion ~~~~~