Naruto Is Terminally Ill Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I am not that insensitive and selfish to be loving someone, then leave that person behind so fast. "N-No. Y-You're just saying that but that's not what you are really feeling. I can feel it. I know you like me too, so please, don't give up and give us a chance." Even if I want to say yes so badly, I can't. No, I won't. I will not give him false hope. I am terminally ill, I don't know if I'll even last for eight months just like what my doctor said.

He said, “Brother Kirin, then we have a deal. When my side is done, I will inform you at once. I estimate it to be done within a week.” “Three days!” Kirin shortened the time frame because he couldn’t wait and was completely eager to make it happen. Not only did he want Tyr’s bone marrow, but he also wanted him to die and suffer a tragic end. Nathan was silent for a moment. He asked, “Brother Kirin, three days? Won’t it be a bit too hasty?”

Nickolas panickedly replied, “Young Master, there is really no need. I… I’m actually diagnosed with a terminal illness and death is not far away from me. Before I die, I can still hear the news of Third Lady. I can truly rest in peace now!” “Terminal illness?” Alex looked at him twice. Immediately afterwards, he grabbed his arm and checked his pulse. His gaze was fixed as he said, “Pancreas cancer?” Nickolas said in surprise, “Young Master, you even know the art of medicine? You could actually tell my problem at a glance?”

He envisions a future where they can heal together, embracing vulnerability and nurturing a deep understanding of each other's pain. With unwavering dedication, Terry imagines himself as Nora's rock, her confidant, and her protector. He envisions himself standing by her side in times of adversity, offering unwavering support and love. Their future, he believes, holds the promise of a love that transcends time and challenges, one that will only grow stronger with each passing day.

The sarcasm and mockery in his voice made me so mad, I felt like putting a bullet through his brains and watching him bleed to death. “Ayita is not fine father, I have to take her to the hospital now or we may lose her” “Terminal cancer” he responded, “I am quite aware of that” “Then let me take her, I ….” “You only have one choice, zayn” this time he began to move towards me with his cigarette in between his lips, “I will only let you go when you do as I have said, zayn Vander” “Then what must I do?” I half yelled, I was not even in the mood to fight with him, I just wanted to take her to the hospital, “she is dying father”

Sabrina was slowing dieing, Nara seemed to be doing everything in the wrong way as she wanted and making the pain unbearable for Sabrina. Sabrina's eyes were bloodshot as her coughed out something that should be blood but it sure didn't look like blood. Nara finally decided to kill her finally, Nara placed her hands on Sabrina's head and did some incantations that made Sabrina scream, but her screams came out as whispers before she then died and Nara burnt her body.

“You do know that it's going to be a scene when the doctor sees me walking out of this hospital all hale and hearty just when he's condemned me to die. How do I explain that? You know, it's going to bring rumors that I don't want. My enemies must have already heard of my impending demise and they've started causing a little trouble here and there, nothing too serious. They're waiting for the news. Next week is the appointed time. Unless you're able to do something before then, it's too late.” His words didn't click immediately until I processed them well. Out of excitement, I grabbed his hand even tighter than I was supposed to. “Does that mean you'll let me? Does that mean you want to live?

His forehead creased in a frown. “I’m good. You know being terminally ill is so fun. You think no, this is the day I definitely die but oh, how wrong you are!” I paused. “It’s just a series of death attempts that are never successful, no matter how much you want them to be.” Another bitter laugh escapes my lips and my throat prickled. I wipe the tears at the corner of my eyes with the back of my palm. I turned to him. “If you’d excuse me,” I started, “I would like to go to bed now.”

“I think he misses it sometimes…that childhood. Hot chocolate nights. One more night like that with you.” Her eyes mist over, and just like that, the spell is broken. I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s the confession, the weight of her gaze, or the way Tyler’s memory the boy and the man burns in my chest, but I feel it: something’s about to shift. Something irreversible. And I have no idea if I’ll survive it. The tests are back. The verdict is in. Terminal. Not a word needs to be said Dr. Bennett and I both feel it settle like a shadow over the room.

My stomach clenched in pain, and it was getting worse by the second. “It hurts… Help…” I struggled to cry out for help. As my vision grew increasingly blurry, all I could see at the end was Matthew’s indifferent gaze as well as him leaving with Rose without hesitation. When I woke up next, it was already the next day. “Miss Lane, due to you overworking and having a poor eating and resting schedule, you have terminal-stage stomach cancer. You only have one month left now.” Feeling drained, I leaned against the headrest and mumbled to myself as tears slid down my cheeks.