Torn Love

Chapter Thirteen-Marquez

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Marquez pov

I wore back my shirt and put on my wristwatch after my medical checkup. I've not been in an hospital for years. Collin who has been my family doctor for a long time now was watching me through his glasses, I sat down across him.

"Speak Collin".

He cleared his throat and pulled off his glasses, I damn knew from his down expression it ain't a good one.

"Your result is out". He showed me the result papers.

"Why on earth didn't you tell me you were sick Marquez? apart from being your doctor, I'm your friend too!". His voice croak.

"No you're not".

He sighed heavily. "I won't take that to heart cause you obviously don't mean it".

"Just fucking tell me what's wrong?!".

"The scan I did for you showed your health condition, Marquez why didn't you tell me about your sickness?". he asks again, his voice more down.

"I'm not sick!". I shot at him angrily.

He quickly said."The constant headaches, the dizziness and lack of sleep says it all... you're diagnosed with brain tumor Marquez".

I turned on my lighter immediately and rossed my legs, "That sounds.....weird".

"Your tumor is starting to spread to your blood system and it might cause more headaches and blurred visions and-",

"How long do I've left?".

He looked down on his table wiping his eyes, why the hell is he crying?!

"Fuck you! What you crying for?!".

"You might be strong Marquez but I'm not, we've known each other for years.....this just can't be".

"Bloody hell you're supposed to be professional! You're a doctor, get a fucking grip!". I snapped and stared at him.

There's nothing emotional in me dying so why the hell is he wet with tears? If he's going to be like this, what about my brother's? I turned on my lighter more.

"Do not worry my friend, I'll find a way". He said switching back to his professional tone. "If we want to start on your treatment, we will do a chemotherapy surgery for you-",

"I don't wanna get treated Collin".

"Are you nuts? Do you wanna die? Sometimes I wonder what goes on in your head?".

"I'm not stupid, I know for a fact I won't live long.....how long do I have?".

He fell short of silence for a while before answering me, "Patients tends to live for a few years but Marquez you're healthy and strong too.....with the right drugs you use it can supress your tumour".

"I see, so now I'm to rely on drugs to live?".

"Be optimistic please Marquez. I need you to rest too, take a break off work and-",

I stood up. "I'm not a patient, don't treat me like one and Collin you better be professional and keep this between us or else-",

"I know I know relax, your brothers won't find out".

"Good".

"Hold on Marquez".

"What the fuck is it now?".