TW/ Major character death

Ship(s): JeffMads

This is modern AU !!

Also I did actual research on this and I kinda was like; oh shit let me write some angst for fun. So I did.

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Jefferson had gotten weaker. He tried his best to ignore it and play it off like he was okay. Madison had to make him stop going to work. Thomas was keen on leaving the house, but his close friend wouldn't allow it. Jefferson now couldn't really get out of bed, to hurt and tired.

Madison felt horrible and helpless as he watched his boyfriend practically wither away. Jefferson was starting to not wanting to eat, he'd puke it up if he tried to anyway.

In the middle of the night as Madison was in the kitchen he heard him vomiting again. It broke his heart. He got up and went to check on him. Jefferson was sitting up in bed, holding a bucket he had been given. He looked so tired, and he had become more frail as from not eating. Everything was taking a heavy tole on his body and yet he still refused to go to the hospital, despite Madison's begging. "Thomas..?" Madison frowned. Thomas looked up and smiled at him weakly, staring back at him with, almost dull, tired eyes. He looked paler than normal and he was clearly shaking. "Hey Jemmy..." He said, hoarsely

The sight of him so sick made Madison almost cry. "You look horrible..." James' frown only worsened. "I feel better than I look- I promise..." Jefferson reassured. "That's not true...we both know that" Madison went over and sat at the end of the bed.

"Please... Let me take you to the doctor.." Madison pleaded. "No..It's okay I promise" Jefferson reassure. "It's probably just the flu..." He adds. "The flu doesn't do this to you! The flu lasts for a week, you've been like this for months!" Madison's voice cracks, tears streaming down his face now. "You just keep getting worse no matter what I do..." He looked down. Jefferson sat aside the bucket and tried to move to hug him, then he hissed in pain and gripped at his stomach. James gently put his hand on Thomas' shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm okay" Jefferson looked up at him, giving him the weak smile as he tried to cover up the fact he was in hellish pain. "You're not.." James shook his head and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "I love you..you know that, right?" Madison states quietly.

"I love you more than words could ever express.." Thomas replied, in a softer tone than Madison had even reached.

Madison gently held his hand. "You lay down and rest for me, please" Jefferson nodded and slowly laid down, wincing. Madison laid next to him and still held his hand "I'm right here if you need me, okay?" Jefferson nodded in response. "Goodnight, my love" James smiled.

The next morning was hell. James woke up at around 12 pm and turned to Jefferson, who was facing away from him. He tiredly tried to wake up Thomas. "Honey..." He muttered out. He laid a bit closer to him and...silence. Not even breathing could be heard. His heart dropped into his stomach as he gently shook him "Thomas?!" He had tears filling his eyes as he noticed Jefferson's body was limp. He saw blood on the corner of his mouth and that's when reality set in.

Thomas Jefferson, the love of his life, was dead.

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It had been two days since the funeral and he just couldn't get the fact his love was gone out of his head. He cleaned up their room they shared, but couldn't bring himself to move anything of Thomas' around. He sat on the side of the bed where Thomas used to lay and cried into his hands

"Oh God, he's really gone, isn't he?" He choked out between sobs.

"I love you more than words can ever express" He repeated to himself quietly as his room felt cold and void of any feeling.

"I can't wait to see you again, It's only a matter of time..."

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James Madison died 13 years later in a car accident, finally being free from this world and able to be where he belongs with who he belongs with...