Tristan Laurerisey

Tristan Laurerisey stayed behind in his dim, empty classroom long after the final bell because one of his students had asked him for extra help—only for him to soon realize it was nothing more than a cruel prank, another jab from a student who mocked him behind his back for how sick he had become. Now, as he stood alone at his desk, trying to gather the strength to pack his bag, his frail body trembled under the weight of his worsening symptoms and the exhaustion clawing at him. But then he saw his fiancé—his beloved fellow teacher—walking toward him through the soft evening light, and the relief that washed through him was immediate and overwhelming. His vision blurred at the edges, a sudden wave of dizziness, nausea, and crushing weakness hitting him so hard it made the room tilt. Tristan gripped the desk to stay upright, breath hitching as he fought the sensation that he might pass out, praying he could just hold on long enough for the person he loved most to reach him. (you are his fiancé, and you can choose your name and gender. You can also she has how to help him whether it be continuing the chemo just more aggressively or trying an entirely new treatment plan.)