Three Months.

Chapter 13

Karla's POV.
After vic told me about the Pidricitin I wanted to cry. at this point he had a month to live, and our home was burned to the ground. We couldn't win and it sucked.
currently vic and I were walking around Tokyo Japan, as we needed a break from the US. Our spirits were down, and after losing the antidepressants, vics depression started getting worse. Vic started feeling the pain in his side again, and said he needed to get to the hospital. When we got there, the doctor told us that the cancer was back stronger than ever before. Then he gave us the worst news I've ever heard in my life.
Kellins POV.
When Karla called me from the hospital in Tokyo and told me the news, I got on a plane immediately and flew over. karla ran over to me and started hugging me, sobbing. I was sobbing too, not going to lie. I stroked her hair, trying my best to comfort her.
"where is he?" I managed to choke out.
"I'll take you to him."
I followed behind karla. when she told me vic only had about a week to live, I wanted to die. Vic is my best friend. I love him. we've had a past together, and some really great times. now his death is final and there's nothing at we could do to stop it. finally we came to room 131. I stopped and traced the numbers with my finger, trying to hold back tears. 1/31. Vic and I met January 31st in a bar. I walked into the room and choked back a sob.
Vic was laying in a bed with wires and tubes coming out of him everywhere. I couldn't see a spot of bare skin beside his face. karla grabbed my hand and gripped it tight.
the doctor walked in.
"hello!" he boomed cheerfully.
I gave him a death glare. no. don't be happy. my best friend is dying right in front of me, you don't get to act happy.
"Vic here is not faring well. he is currently hanging on by a thread, and is only alive because of life support.
karla and I looked at each other.
the man went on.
"if we keep him alive, and he makes it, he will be in a lot if pain. Unbearable pain. there is a possibility that he will have brain damage, but he might not. the other option is taking him off the life support. and let him go. I'll give you an hour to think it over. you don't have much time."
I looked at Karla and her eyes filled with tears. How do we even discuss this?
flashback to spring 2002
"vic get off me!" I giggled as vic sat on top of me, tickling my stomach to try to make me laugh. he knows I'm super ticklish. vic grinned and got off. we walked out if the room together, and vic playfully bumped his shoulder into mine. I bumped back, and then he picked me up. there was a lake nearby, and he carried me all the way over to it and threw me in. I screamed, but then I swam over to the dock and grabbed his leg and made him fall in. we laughed and laughed. we spent the whole day laughing and swimming.
I thought back to that day. it was one of my favorite memories with vic. the reality hit me that I would never have any more with him, and I started crying. karla and I walked into a small room, to decide whether we were going to let our friend die or whether to make him live in unbearable pain. either way, it would hurt like hell.