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***Sebastian's POV***
"Mark." I yell out his name with fear lacing my vibrato. Looking down at the unsteady stream of piss, I whine each time the flow stops abruptly.
I don't hear footfalls or his reassuring voice. I need his reassurance. I need Mark.
"Baby, please." I cry out as my legs shake from the weight of me standing. The pain is unbearable. Nausea boils up my throat threatening to waterfall onto the floor.
His pounding footsteps give me little solace before the sound of the door flying open is accentuated with heavy breathing.
"Mark, help." I whimper as my eyes glare down at the deep red splashing into the toilet bowl. My back protests angrily from the spams.
"He ran out. What's wrong?" I look up to meet Grey's weary eyes as we follow the bloody urine still leaking slowly from my jerking member. I drop my head knowing this is not good. At all.
"Is that blood?" Grey cringes while I nod my head. I lean against the wall having no energy to move myself or cover up.
I go to speak when I am interrupted by Grey frantically talking into his cell. I listen as he explains the current ailment that honestly has dread filling me. I did not want to have to deal with this. I don't want this to be happening.
Grey hangs up the phone before placing it on the bathroom counter. I obey as he bends down to shimmy my pants back up over my ass. I don't have modesty at this point. There is no room for embarrassment.
"I'm going to get you dressed. We're going straight to the doctor's office. Mark will meet us there. Everything is going to be fine Sebastian. Don't stress." Grey speaks to me but, every word seems like he is speaking into a tunnel under water. The words swim to me without quite reaching their destination.
I only notice Mak as we are slipping into the truck. I don't bother greeting him or even acknowledging him. Every scenario runs through my mind, plaguing me with the what if's.
Grey nervously taps the steering wheel as he strains against his better instincts. He flies down the streets, his flashers tick in rhythm, annoying the shit out of me. I want to slam my palm against that hazard button so that the constant panic does not continue to beat steadily against my over sensitive ear drums. I turn towards the window to focus on anything else.
My hand flies towards my mouth as I arch my back with the overwhelming sensation of acid being pushed through my veins. The agony is so intense that I start dry heaving into my palm.
"Fuck. Mak." Grey yells as the truck comes to an obvious stop. The cold air hits me, washing away a moment of my extreme urge to vomit.
I am settled into a wheelchair before I notice the sliding doors of the emergency room. I realize that we are not, in fact, at the doctor's, instead the hospital is staring at me.
I don't have anything to say as we fly down the white halls. People move quickly while my orderly makes headway through the double doors. The quickened pace of emergency responders warns me that this is not a regular side effect of whatever treatments I have been on. I'm in trouble. The nervous faces around me echo my fear.
"It's okay, baby. Sorry." Mark bends down to stare into my eyes. I close my eyes slowly not wanting him to witness the fear or the pain.
Time goes meticulously slow. I don't fight the natural course of my arrival. I comply with each request while silently pleading with God for one of his miracles. He has been so gracious to me. I'm just selfish enough to expect more from him.
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PULL (BXB)
Romance***This is the sequel to PUSH*** Sebastian Royals is a 27 year old model who met the man of his dreams while preparing to leave his home city for the biggest challenge of his life. He was flying to Italy to start his first rounds of chemotherapy. Ma...
