A/N -
This ship and plot was a request from @qwertyuiop1234abc
I hope you like this!
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Conor's PoV -

It's hard to love someone when your dying. I've read enough depressing books to know that. Of course I wouldn't know from experience though. I won't allow myself to love anyone. I have stage four lung cancer which my doctor informed me would be the end of my 18 years of living. My doctor never gave me a time limit but judging by the articals I've read I probably don't have anymore than a year.

     Currently I feel pretty okay for a dying man. I'm a little tired more often. I cough a lot more but otherwise I feel pretty okay. I'll have to start treating this cancer soon to slow its progression. Then I'll most probably start to lose my hair and I'll feel sick all the time. I'm not looking forward to that.

     I've only told a few people. I told Abeke who cried with me for awhile and gave me a hug. I told Meilin who encouraged me to beat my illness even though we both knew how unlikely that was. I also wanted some adult guidance so I told Lenori. She acted a lot like Abeke and we both cried. Being the kind of lady she is though she suggested I try some more organic treatments like exercise and aloe drinks. The ones I wanted to tell most were Rollan, Shane, and Devin. They had become my best friends as well as my crushes but I couldn't bring myself to tell them. I didn't want to tell them I was going to die. I wanted to spare them that pain. I secretly hoped they liked me too and I kinda think they did. That just made it all that harder to confess my illness to them.

     I had to tell them though so I decided to break the news to them all at once. It would be easier for all of us that way. I invited them all to watch movies in my room tonight and they agreed so here I sat waiting for my best friends with The Fault in our Stars sitting on my lap waiting for me to muster the energy to put the movie in. The movie was symbolic but I doubted we would actually end up watch it anyway. I planned on telling them first thing before I chickened out.

Soon we were all piled in my room, laying on sleeping bags and eating popcorn. They all seemed so happy and I hated to ruin their mood but I knew it was now or never. They deserve to know. I awkwardly coughed before starting, "Hey guys I wanted to tell you something, I should have told you all sooner but I couldn't find the words," I sighed.

"Oh my God, Conor, you're pregnant," Rollan joked which earned a laugh from everyone, including myself.

They were all looking at me now, waiting for the real news. Then Rollan seemed to sense my mood and hurriedly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Conor, I shouldn't have said that..."

I just flashed him a small smile to let him know it was okay. I took a deep breath, "Guys... I have stage four lung cancer," I broke down sobbing after I said that.

I watched through tears as the all stared at me for a moment still processing that their friend was going to die. Then they all rushed over to me in a big group hug. "You're fighting it, right?" Shane asked as if he was scared to know the answer.

"You don't think I'd give up that easy do you," I tried to lighten the mood but that didn't help.

Rollan kept repeating, "I'm sorry," over and over again as he rubbed my back.

Devin just cuddle into my chest, he didn't say anything but I could hear his sobs. All three of my best friends were crying for me. I knew then that there was one more thing I had to say, "I l-love you g-guys, m-more than just f-friends," I said my voice stuttering between sobs.

All three of them looked at me for a second and then kissed me gently as if they were afraid I would break.

- Time Skip -

A month had gone by from that day. I was now taking treatment after treatment. My hair was gone so I wore my cloak's hood up a lot. I didn't eat much anymore or for that matter I didn't do much anymore besides sleep. Rollan, Shane, and Devin all visited a lot. So did Abeke and Meilin and many other Greencloaks but is was my best friends who meant the most to me.

Shane usually brought me desserts that he made. He was surprisingly a good cook. He was the reason I hadn't completely given up on food yet.

Rollan helped me out, he would take Briggan on walks when I wasn't feeling well enough to and he did the few chores I still had. I did my best to help him but that usually consisted of me sitting and watching him wash dishes or whatever my chore was.

Devin was the most clingy after I gave him the news. By his order we didn't talk about my cancer much. In fact we didn't talk very much at all. Our time together usually consisted of the two of us resting together and him cuddling to my chest. Devin took the news the hardest out of all my friends. I caught him crying more than once and that made my heart ache for him. I wish there was a way I could ease his pain but I couldn't. My impending death was the reason he was depressed.

It felt almost like I was dating three different guys who just happened to be my best friends. It was a weird feeling and I wondered if they felt the same way. They were even pretty close to each other. I had caught them cuddling up to each other multiple times but maybe that's just what best friends do. I was glad that they were so close. After I die they will need each other to lean on more than ever.

I never mentioned the thought that we were all dating. I knew if I became their boyfriend it would just make my passing so much harder on them. Then an idea came over me and it hurt my heart to think about but I knew it was the right thing to do. I had to do it, for the sake of my best friends. I had to avoid them.

My days were growing more and more numbered. Everyday was a struggle. I would wake up only to feel tired before I even got dressed for the day. Briggan began staying by my side nearly continuously. I knew my wolf could sense things humans could not and impending death was on of those things. My breath was hard to catch even after simply walking down the hall. My coughing grew worse and more painful. I knew now more than ever that it was time to prepare for my death.

As I had planned, I began spending less and less time with Rollan, Devin, and Shane. They didn't need to see me like this, I knew how much the sight of me would hurt them. I wouldn't talk to them and I did my best to avoid them. They would often try to find me but I would be asleep or hiding out somewhere they couldn't find me. It was the only way to spare them the pain and it broke my heart not to be with them. It was for the best though.

Days later I woke up one night. It was very early in the morning. Waking up at this time had become unnatural for me. I was usually so tired I could sleep till noon but today was different. I could feel it in the air. Today was the day I die and I had to make the most of it. There would be no sleeping till noon for me today, I might not make it to see noon.

With a stiff stretch I crawled out of bed. Briggan immediately scurried over to me and whimpered. He knew too. I looked in the mirror and saw just how horrible I looked. My skin was much more pale than normal. My hair was all gone and had been ever since the start of kemo. I had dark bags under my eyes. I looked dead already. I hurriedly got dressed for the day, already feeling the tiredness in my movements. Then I sat at my desk for a moment just thinking. I had to write a final not to all of them so I grabbed a pen and began to write.

When I was finished I had three separate notes to my best friends and crushes. In the notes I explained everything, my feelings for each of them and the reason I had been avoiding them. I planned on writing a not to Meilin and Abeke too but I didn't have the energy and I knew they would understand. I wanted to get away from this place and hide somewhere but I didn't have the energy to leave Greenhaven. That meant someone would have to find me or rather my body. Most probably that would be one of the people who loved me most. They would host a funeral for me and then all the other people I love will see me, gone forever but it couldn't be helped. I gave Briggan one last scratch behind his ear before lying back down on my bed. I still wore my best clothes but there was no reason to worry about wrinkles in my best suit anymore. I closed my eyes and allowed my cancer to take me. They were the last people I thought about and so I passed with a small smile on my face.