“promise me, dean” you choked out as the machine you’re hooked up to beeps.

“don’t start this bullshit! you’re not gonna die!” he said, frustrated. you coughed, your lung feeling like it was on fire.

“promise me when it’s my time th-“ you try to start again when he cuts you off by standing, his chair scraping against the floor.

“you’re not dying, dammit!” he said, his temper and fear getting the best of him. he let out a huff before coming back over to you, holding you hand.