When The Stars Shines, You Would Be Mine

Chapter 10❄❤

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DENZEL'S POV

Sigh.
The day i found out that i had leukemia, that was the day my whole world crumbled before me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think of words to say, i was numb of any emotions and reactions.

The words that the doctor spoke to me, still rings in my ears, and everyday, i feel weaker.

When i fainted at home last week Friday, my mom took me to the hospital, then to the hematologist and he told me my blood work was perfect.

I knew that with a chronic leukemia, a person can go months or years with no symptoms and blood work can be fine without diagnosis.

And on Saturday morning, the tests results came in. It was confirmed. I was diagnosed with chronic myeloid diagnosis.

I just had a month to live. The disease was terminal, and i don't know what to do right now. I don't know how to feel at this moment.

I started taking various conditions of vitamins, and visited the hospital often, sometimes i even had to skip class and tests for checkups. I was given multiple drugs that i took effectively.

I ran my fingers through my hair. There was a knock at my door."Come in" I said huskily

My mom came in and closed the door quietly behind her. She sat on a small chair beside my bed. I avoided her gaze.

" Honey, how are you feeling?" I could hear the concern in her voice, but i still avoided her eyes.

"I'm not good Mom. I don't think i would ever be. This all is really sad. Terrible. I won't be able to graduate from high school, i won't be able to go to college, and why? Because i have leukemia, and do i deserve it, No I don't. No I don't Mom."

She sighs deeply, "You think you don't deserve this? I do too, i ask God, why me, why my child, why my son. Why not someone else. I don't wish this for any body else, but why did it have to be my son?" She wept.

" You know what Mom? I don't think you ate ever going to get an answer from God. He I never going to tell you why it had to be me. I would be better off dead, than living."  I tell her.

My mom stopped crying and she stood up from the chair and she slapped me. Yeah, she slapped me.

"Don't you dare say that. You aren't better off dead. Do you think death is just so simple. Go ahead, kill yourself, join your ancestors, those are dead right now, if they could have a chance, they would have wished they should be brought back to life. And you're here saying you are better off dead."

"What's this point Mom? I have only a month. A month left and after that I'm gone. What do you want me to achieve. I can't achieve any of my dreams and aspirations. No I can't, with such limited time. So tell me, what should i do?" I yell at her. I know what I'm doing at these moment isn't right. But i can't control my self, my emotions. My mom doesn't deserve this and i don't either.

My phone screen lits up from where it was kept on my night stand.  My gaze darts from it to my mom, my stomach clenching, i feel like I'm about to throw up.

My mom notices this and she tries to hold my hand but i wave it off. "I'm fine, don't worry" I assure her, giving her my cherry, but faint smile.

She doesn't seem to believe me and she moves forward and holds my hand. I throw up on her body. She releases my hand and pats my back.  " Jason. Ariana. Come here" She yells and the door is flung open, my elder brother and sister rushing to my side.

"Quickly Jason, go get a towel and a bowl from the bathroom. Hurry." She yells at him again and he scrams away.

The vomiting doesn't stop. I held my stomach tight, vomiting. My sister removes my shirt and my mom continues to pat my back. They carry me to the bathroom.
"Should we take him to the hospital mom?" My sister says when we were in the bathroom.

"No, don't. I'm okay." I tell them. I don't want to ever go back there again. But i know that's never going to be possible.

"No, no. Call the family doctor, quick, take my phone in my room and dial his number. Hold on tight Honey." I just nod, tears rushing down my cheeks.

I can't stop vomiting, I'm not even sure i ate this much today or this week at all.

Tears continue to rush down my face down to my chest, my nose forms a bubble.

"Bro, sorry guy." My brother assures me patting my back. But none of that is helping.  I don't feel okay, i feel more weak and i feel like throwing up once more again.

I had an high fever for over five months, just last month, i decided to visit a doctor when it got worse and i was pressurized by my mom.

Oh Lord. Help me! I am on my knees, pleading for your mercy and the power of healing miracles.

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