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Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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Noting her frown, he sighed softly before pulling off. "What's wrong now?" He asked softly, trying not to let Brad hear.

She shook her head
( Skip?)

(Yeah.)

After what felt like forever, being around four and a half hours, Thomas pulled up to a hotel with a satisfied sigh. "We're finally here!" He announced, a smile pulling on his lips. In the back of the car, Brad had fallen asleep near the beginning of the car ride. Thus leaving Thomas and Caroline free to talk for awhile. "Alright, do you wanna get out to check us in?"

"can you I'm going to wake my boyfriend" she said

"Uh… maybe? What name did you put it under?" He asked, pulling out his wallet glancing at the practically empty thing. "And did you already pay for it?" Thomas continued to ask questions softly.

"Woods and yes" she said getting to the backseat

Sighing softly, Thomas nodded stuffing his wallet back into his pocket. "Alright, well I'll be out in just a moment." Thomas told her, getting out of the car. Once out, he waved with a small smile as he skipped off to go inside.

She went to the back seat and stroked Brad's cheek "I know I'm not a great girlfriend in fact I'm a horrible one you deserve so much better" she said with a sigh leaning down to place a kiss on his lips

Brad didn't stir, seeming to be in such a deep sleep it would be rather difficult to wake him up easily. He was stuck in dream land, breathing softly as he was curled up on the back seat. Normally he would look peaceful when in sleep, but right now he looked far from it.

She shook him crying softly

His face twitched, as his eyes slowly opened. Though he hissed at the sunlight glaring into his eyes, groaning softly at being woken up. "C-Caroline?" He asked weakly, seeming to be reaching out for her.

Tears rolled.down her cheeks as she looked at him and scooted back to the edge her back resting on the door

Rubbing his eyes, he forced himself up into a sitting position with a slight sigh. "Are we there?" Brad asked in a mumble, his focus pinning in on Caroline. Which, of course, he noticed her tears. "Babe?"

"yeah we're here… I'll get our bags " she said going to open the door

"No… I'll do it. You're… you're hurting. Right?" He asked softly, stretching out before climbing out. "I'll carry them. Don't worry. But what's bugging you? Why are you crying?" Brad asked, pulling the trunk open.

"I'm A bad girlfriend" she mumbled

Brad froze in his tracks, lifting his head up to look at her. In all honesty, he looked completely puzzled at her simple phrase. Taking a moment to process her words, he pulled their bags out and set them in the back seat. Once that was done, he stepped up to where she was sitting and leaned down placing a sweet kiss on her lips. "Why are you lying?" Brad asked in a mumble against her lips, not wanting to pull away just yet. "Why would you even conceive something in your imagination like that?"

"Because it's the truth I can't even keep my boyfriend happy" she said tears rolling down her cheeks more

Pulling back from her lips, he still had a perplexed look spread across his face. Cupping her cheeks, he ran his thumb over her cheek bone to wipe away her rolling tears. "I'm plenty happy baby-doll. Why would you think I wasn't? Is it because of the nickname thing earlier?" Brad asked her softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he awaited her reply. "Because I can explain, and things will make a lot more sense."

She shook her head looking at her feet crying

Frowning softly, he tilted her chin back up so she was looking up at him. "Then what is it? I'm sure I can explain whatever it is. Just seeing your face makes me happy, why do you think you could do anything to contradict that?" Brad asked her softly, assuming he'd get another shake of her head as a reply. He just really wished she would talk to him, instead of pushing him away to leave him to figure it out.

"I'm Getting Lung Surgrey In Three weeks Its Life threatening and there is a fifty fifty chance I won't survive it" she said

Brad had his brow furrowed, a slight frown pulling on his lips. "Yeah, I know." He said simply, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "I heard you and Thomas talking about it on the way up. I wasn't going to say anything until you did." Brad leaned back down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "How are you feeling about it, right now? What's going through your head?"

"If I die I want you to carry on act as if I never existed Alright? That's whats going through my head" she said

This completely shook up what was going through his own mind, causing him to stumble back just a bit. "I-I couldn't Caroline… You know I wouldn't be able to. Physically or mentally." Brad whispered to her, leaning on the car for support. He felt nauseous and dizzy all of a sudden, everything was seeming fuzzy and unclear.