𝕊𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

If tomorrow starts without me pt.5

But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.

Or

It's a lot. It's not pretty. And then it is. And then it's not.

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After Colby returns to the house after meeting with his family, the rest of the week passes by in a blur.

It was hard. So hard to tell them. But he did it. He did it and now he doesn't know how to feel.

Whatever he had woken up with before he left stayed with him throughout the visit. Now that he's back the fever is still lingering and the pain in his body has became so prominent that he actually needed to be laid down a couple of times.

Some of his friends had asked about him after he came back earlier, his clothes all rumpled and hair in disarray, but he would always make up an excuse and then stubbornly keep his mouth shut until most of them gave up.

On Tuesday, the nurse calls to let him know that he has an appointment later that day for an infusion and it was a good thing she did because Colby had forgotten about it completely. Reluctantly, he heaves himself out of bed and trudges down stairs to meet up with Brennan outside.

"Where are you going?" Sam asks in alarm from the kitchen, setting down his plate when he sees Colby toeing on his shoes, face pale and eye bags dark. "Shouldn't you be in bed? You look terrible, Colby." God was he worried. Colby didn't deserve this. Any of it.

"Have an appointment," he mutters, cursing when he gets a sudden rush of dizziness and has to close his eyes and brace against the wall until it passes, his shoe still half on his foot.

Sam quickly grabs a towel and cleans his hands before coming around the counter, kneeling down in front of him to help him put his shoe on and even tying the laces with a neat bunny loop. "I'm coming with you. You should've told me before that you had to go."

Rules be damned. Sam was coming, he didn't care if only one visiter was aloud. This was Colby- this was his best friend. The person he loves the most- the- the-

"I forgot," Colby whispers, grabbing onto sams  shoulders for stability because he suddenly gets incredibly faint. He doesn't feel good. His head...

"Woah, woah, hey," Arms wrap around him and steady him so that he's no longer in danger of falling straight on his face, cushioning his head and holding him close.  "Where's your phone? I'm telling Brennan to cancel, you're in no condition to go anywhere right now-"

Colby whimpers. "They don't have any days available until next week. I have to go."

There's a long pause and then Sam is shifting him onto the sofa and saying, "Stay here for a second," before he rushes out of the room. Colby  closes his eyes and lets himself drift away until sam comes back, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders, pulling the hood of his jacket up over brown hair, and pressing an opened bottle of water in his hands. "Take a minute and drink this. We'll head out when you're feeling better."

He sits with him for close to ten minutes, letting Colby slump against his side and close his eyes until the nausea goes away a little.

"I think I'm okay now," Colby whispers after a little while, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes so hard that he sees stars. He was hoping that it would relieve the ache in his head but it only makes it worse.

"You sure?" Sam asks lowly and Colby nods. He's still dizzy and nauseous but he knows it'll just get worse as the day goes by. The more time he spends here now, the worse he'll feel later on. He needs to just get it over with now before he's unable to even get up.