A/N: Hey! So this is a fic request that I received from a very lovely Anon. The song it's based off of is called Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens. Each chapter will be paired with a verse from the song, meaning in total there should be fourteen chapters.

On top of that, I'll probably throw out other songs you can listen to while reading. For the first chapter I've chosen We Remain as Two by Page France, which is where the title comes from.

Goldenrod and the 4H stone

The things I brought you when I found out

You had cancer of the bone

Killua clutched the flowers to his chest tightly, their yellow and gold petals the only color in the long, grey hall. It was still difficult to breathe, had been ever since yesterday when they'd gotten the news, like a weight had grabbed hold of his lungs and just wouldn't let go.

It eased a little when the nurse finally led him into the room, when Gon looked up from the book in his lap and smiled that beautiful, bright smile of his. He looked perfectly fine, tan and healthy with energy to spare. So unlike the three month sentence he'd been given.

"They're going to let me out tomorrow," Gon said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and kicking them restlessly. They'd taken the IV out of his arm but the plastic around his wrist betrayed him as another patient, another life waiting with all the rest on this unit to be snuffed out. He'd only gone in for the pain in his shoulder and he was going to walk out with a death certificate. Cancer of the bone, eating away at him for almost a year. Too late to stop, too late to treat.

"That's good," Killua responded, settling himself on the bed next to his friend. There were a lot of words he wanted to say, but none of them seemed to want to come forward. "That's good."

"Are those for me?" Gon gestured to the flowers curiously.

"Yeah, I picked them myself. They're called Goldenrods, I think they're supposed to be for health or something." He handed them over sheepishly, and then dug a small rock out of his pocket coated in swirling green paint. "And this. It's called a 4H stone. The lady who gave it to me says it should help you."

Gon took both eagerly, smelling the flowers before laying them gently across his lap and then turning the smooth stone over and over in his palm. When he glanced up his wide eyes were bright, that smile of his tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you, Killua!"

If there was one thing Killua was glad for in this moment, it was the fact that not even these circumstances could darken that smile.

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