unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 62.

*Brooke's POV*

The white walls and the familiar beeping of my heart monitor were slightly driving me mad. The only thing that was keeping me sane, was my best friends here by my side non stop, to which I've asked them to go home so they could rest properly. Although they refused leaving my side, knowing...it could happen whenever.

I hated the impact I've caused on everyone's lives, and the worst part is, my four boys don't even know uet. They are so clueless to all of this, it hurts.

Maybe I should fill you in, for the past three months I've been admitted in a hospital room non stop with excessive Chemotherapy sessions. I've been informed that I have heart cancer, which means...It's severe and my heart could fail at any moment. Leaving the fact of whether or not I'm going to die and when, completely unpredictable.

The doctors have noticed it strange since I didn't get many of the symptoms one would get with heart cancer, but it was undeniable since many different tests have come out with the same answer. They've named it severe due to me not taking any actions and trying to dismiss my weariness and all of those strange pains. So, in all fairness, it's my fault for not doing anything about it when I clearly knew something was wrong.

Normally, cancer patients wouldn't have to be admitted into a hospital 24/7, and they'd get to be at home. But not me. Not lucky me.

I've grown impossibly weaker, making walking not only a life threatening task, but also a very difficult one that could result to me collapsing or getting dizzy and my vision would get blurred. My skin is no competition of paleness to Michael's anymore. My hair has grossly thinned and already looks like it would all be blown away in the wind, like a dandelion. My body looks grossly like Jack the skeleton, which isn't pleasant, seeing all my bones poke out, and not to mention the dark circles around my eyes and my hollow cheeks make me look even more like a skeleton.

"Have you told Michael?"

"No."

"When are you going to?"

"I'm not going to, not until he gets back."

"Why not?"

"Why ruin a future and a career for silly old me who's gonna die anyways?"

"What if you die before he comes back?"

"Atleast I'll die knowing he loves me and he'll know I love him."

It seemed rough. Mean. But it was something I had to do. I wasn't prepared to ruin the best 6 months of his life and break his heart.

It seems slefish to say,

But I'm only dying.

"When are the boys getting back?" I asked.

Their gazes that never even left me, focused.

"In a week or two I think." Charlene's newly ghost-like voice replied.