I woke up violently coughing, my chest heaved. I tasted blood, and I was choking on it. I leaned over the edge of my bed, shaking in fear as the blood dripped off of my lips. I gaged, a little sick coming out too. Only a little. The rest was blood.
I slapped my hand on the unit besid my bed to grab someone's attention. Anyone. I needed help. I thumped my fist against he unit harder, and my door was thrown open, and two pairs of feet ran in.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Call an abulance!" Luke yelled to Dylan. I dragged the back of my hand across my mouth. All I saw was blood. My eyes widened in fear. Am I going to die? Hell, I better not.
"The abulance is on its way! C'mon sweetheart, whatever you do, do not sleep. We need you to stay awake" Dylan soothed, sitting behind me and wiping my mouth with a damp towel. My forehead had a little sweat coating it like a shiny surface.
"What's happening" I murmured. Only the foul taste of blood soaked my throat and mouth.
"We don't know, babe... We dont know..." Luke whispered.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes slowly, I was in a hospital bed with a few cables attatched to my hands and fingers.
"You're awake" I heard Dylan speak.
"No shit" I muttered.
Luke chuckled, then became serious as he opened the door. "Doc, she's awake. Can you tell us now what's happened?"
The doctor nodded, and closed the door and reviewed the machines around me, then let out a sigh.
"You have something we've never actually came across. There is no name for it, but it can be like a death sentance.." His voice drifted off.
"What" My voice was quiet. The doctor is so fricking blunt. No batting around the bush with this one.
"It's like a liquid form of a drug no one has ever been able to get their hands on. There's no telling how long it will take to.. to kill you. It is always estimated around a year left to live. You will be weaker, you wont be able to do much yourself. You will get tired a lot more than usual. Everything about you will be weaker. Near the end, you might not be able to life a finger.." He explained with a saddened expression. "It's inevitable. There's nothing anyone can do now. I will sign the release papers, then you can go. I wish you the best of luck, Briar."
I was handed some clothes, and I slowly pulled on the black Nike joggers with the tight ankles, black baseball trainers, white tank top and a black hoodie. Then, I walked out of the hospital.
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I sighed and looked at the caller then answered. "What do you what, Royals?"
"You've got less than eight months to live, darling. Make it count" He stated, straight to the point.
"How did you do it?"I questioned.
He chuckled. "Ask Jared Williams, he knows. How is the boy anyway?"
Jared was sitting across from me in the lunch hall at school. My jaw clenched. "Do you want to speak to him?"
"That would be perfect, actually. I've been meaning to talk to him" He answered me.
"Jared, Adam Royals wants to talk to you" I held the phone over to you.
He froze for a second, looking at me with distant eyes. Then he took the phone and kept silent.
"Jared done this to me. He works with Royals" I explained to Luke and Dylan.
"Y-Yes Sir. I understand. What will I- Sir, I cant do that! No-No I'm not disobeying you, Sir. I'm sorry. I will." He handed my phone back, and I placed it to my ear.
