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There's something growing inside Rick these days.
It started out small, a twitching in his stomach. He almost hasn't felt it, could have just ignored it and called it a day. And then the swirling came.
Took him off his feet, almost. If he wasn't The Rick Sanchez, he mused he must have been swept off his feet. It's strange, he thought. A man with his greatness couldn't just possible be infected with other or something, right?
It was a week or two more before it crawled from his stomach to his chest
It was terrifying. The clutching and stabbing in his heart was too much to bare and he had to recheck everything he intake if it was poisonous or tampered with. He feels like he is dying
It feels like a plant slowly growing and floundering inside his body, messing with his stomach and his heart and soon enough his brain as he often think thoughts he normally wouldn't.
He fears that for the first time in his life he doesn't know what it was.
He could only do what he do best, dind the problem and try to fix it. But despite countless scans and bodt exams, he found he couldn't find anything.
No problem means he couldn't find a solution
But there is a problem. He is dying
Weeks had very well turned into months and months will soon turn in a full year and there he still is, with his heart clenching and his stomach whirling and his mind in a haze and if he thought he isn't dying then maybe he thought he was high. High on the best drug in the universe.
In all those times, Morty has never left his side ones. Always wondering and worrying and holding his hand and he hates to admit it but it gets worst then. The symptoms gets worst.
And on one special night where Morty is being specially sweet, his heart is being specially painful, his doe eyed grandson looks him in the eye and tells him he loves him then proceeded to kiss him on the mouth and Rick can swear he died that day.
Only he didn't l, only the symptoms got worst.
And he felt the stupidest his ever been in years.
Of course, the l-word.
His heart stopped hurting, his stomach uncoiled, and he realized his breath doesn't come in short gasps anymore. Morty looks at him with soft, soft vulnerable eyes. Fear and anticipation clearly written.
Rick smiles and dipped in for another kiss
He guess he is dying after all, but for a completely different reason