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Bad News (Colby Brock)

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       It was early in the morning, and the sun had just started to rise. The birds were chirping, and the air was crisp and refreshing. The streets were quiet and empty, with only a few early risers out for a jog or walking their dogs. As the day began, there was a sense of calm and possibility in the air, as if anything could happen. It was a beautiful start to what promised to be a wonderful day. I joined the joggers for a run, though I had a mission to complete. I was on a run to Colby's house. He called me over because he "had something important to tell me". The thoughts and possibilities that ran through my head were endless as I ran through the streets, wondering what could be so important. Was it good news or bad news? My heart raced with anticipation as I approached his house.

     When I reached his doorstep, he greeted me with a smile, though it looked weak. He looked different. "Hey sweetie..." I greeted him, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion regarding his weak expression. "Hey babe, come in," he said as he moved aside so I could walk in. I walked into the house and sat on the couch in the living room. I began fidgeting with my hands, fear creeping into the collage of emotions that currently filled me. Colby sat across from me, and the smile he held earlier switched to a serious expression.

     "I have bad news..." He began, "I went to the doctor earlier, and, well, they diagnosed me with cancer." The content expression on my face swapped with one of concern. "What? A-.. Are you gonna be alright?" I asked. "I don't have enough information to confirm that yet. I think I'll be okay." He says blandly. A look of fear fell on my face as the words spilled from his mouth. The words were taken from my throat. I'm guessing the fear became evident in my eyes, as he came over and hugged me softly. He left a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. My hands fell onto his face as he pulled away. "It's alright... I'll be okay." He reassured, "You can't get rid of me that easily, y'know?". I giggle at his joke, planting another small kiss on his cheek. A small tear slipped down my face as I realized how lucky I was to have him in my life. He wiped away the tear and held me close, promising too always be there for me. "I love you, you know that?" I ask. "I love you too,      my angel..." He responds with a sweet smile. 

     I keep a close eye on him for the following few weeks, making sure he doesn't hurt himself in any way. I check on him several times a day to make sure he's okay. Some people might claim that I was "babying", but their definition of babying is my definition of caring. I feel more at ease as time passes because I start to notice improvements in his health and wellbeing. However, I still keep a watchful eye on him, knowing that recovery can be a slow and delicate process...

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