Torn Love

Chapter Twenty Five-Marquez

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Marquez pov

Aline was delicious. Sweet. Savoury. Tasty and the love of my life. I never knew what love was until I met Aline, she changed everything. I'm literally ready to give her everything- I'll go to the extreme for her.

I find myself sleeping as peacefully as I can too. No dreams, no afterneath, no fear. I don't have to get drunk to be able to sleep properly! Aline is my peace.

She was nowhere to be found in my bed though and I heard the sound of the shower and instantly relaxed, she's still here with me. I got a text message from Collin but chose to ignore it and as if he knew I won't reply him, he binged called me.

"I'm in your home right now so come down wherever you are so we can talk about your damn treatment!".

"How dare you snap at me? are you crazy?!". I cut the call angrily and wore back my clothes storming out of my room.

Collin and I bumped into each other on the way and I dragged him to my study room.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Why are you so hell bent on me getting treatment if I don't want to?!".

"Because I don't want to lose you! I don't have the capability of facing your brothers later on and giving them explanation as to why I didn't tell them about your health!".

"It's not your fucking problem Collin!".

"Yes it is! I'm your doctor and your friend!".

I rolled my eyes heavenward at the last statement. "No you're not!".

"Yes I am!".

Yes you're

I ain't telling him that though!

"You've helped me a lot Marquez. The hospital I own is due to your financial help and my wife would have died of crisis if you hadn't come to our aid!......I owe you this one!".

"Lower your fucking voice! My woman is in the other room".

"Who? Aline? So Lopéz wasn't wrong, you're truly in love with her...... I'm shocked".

I rolled my eyes again and groaned. I just want him to leave my sight so I can go back to Aline.

He passed me one of my medical reports, I checked it out and felt a bit confused.

"What the fuck is this?".

"It's a scan of your brain. Your brain cells are weak due to the tumour, chemotherapy can help you Marquez......don't you want to live?".

I do.....for Aline

"What are my chances of survival?". I ask.

Colin breathed, "Finally! I never thought you would ask!".

"Answer the damn question Colin!".

"There's a 50% chance that you might survive-",

"And the other 50?".

When Colin couldn't say a word, I already knew the answer. "I'll die".

"We can try Marquez! I won't lose hope and so should you! You're strong physically and mentally so I know you can fight it......you just need to want to live".

"If we waste any more time with this treatment, I'm afraid you won't make it till next month". Colin sniffed as he speaks, he pulled off his glasses trying not to cry.