I'm sorry this is sad.
⚠️trigger warning for terminal ilness though i dont specify what exactly⚠️
ALSO. If the editing on this is reslly bad I am sorry, I've edited it this morning off the back of this dianne and vito and tour announcement so I'm quite excitable. What shows is everyone thinking they will go to I'm intrigued? I've also had an hours sleep so that would explain any mistakes in here becuase I normally don't get to sleep until like 5am (don't ask, I don't know how my sleep pattern ended up like this) so I thought I'd hold it out until 8am for this announcement. I went downstairs for a diet coke at 7:54am and I didn't see the post about this tour until 5 past 9, so I must of fallen asleep in 6 minutes. But I'm awake now. Ive seen about the tour, I'm too excited to go back to sleep so I thought I'd give you this. Its reslly sad, I am warning you. Reslly reslly sad.
"How much longer are we looking then?"
Joe asked nervously, thumbs twiddling as he looked down at the blue blanket draped over the bottom half of his body, his now very frail legs keeping him warm in the very cold hospital walls.
"Not long unfortunately"
The nurse spoke sadly.
"About a month"
She told him, making his heart drop. He hadn't anticipated it to be that soon.
"I'm sorry"
"No its ok. Its life isn't it"
Joe knew although now he had this information, and it was definitely breaking his heart, there was nothing he could do about it. This was out of his control.
"Thats true but it doesn't mean it's fair though"
Ever since joe had been diagnosed with his ilness he had been looked after by many different doctors, nurses and specialists but since being taken into hospital it was Mary who was providing him with his round the clock care.
"I know but it's inevitable. Death happens and mine is going to come in about a months time. Its fine. I've been living in pain for a while now"
Mary has been a nurse for many many years and as an older woman working in the profession all her life she hadn't quite seen someone so calm to get the news that they were soon going to come to the end of their life. Normally, well almost all the time it was quite distressing but joe almost seemed not content or happy, but it looked as if he had come to terms already.
"Are you scared to die?"
She asked him, sitting down on the chair next to his bed. As a nurse not only was it her job to make sure he was physically ok but also to make sure he was mentally ok. Sitting and talking to him had become part of her daily routine because as his primary care giver now, she had to make sure she knew everything about him so that she knew what he wanted becuase alot of it he couldn't do it himself anymore.
"No"
Joes answer was simple and definitely not something she expected but she had learnt over the past few weeks since meeting joe that he was quite a calm person anyway but being this calm over something like this was very unusual. He had known ever since he had been diagnosed and told it was terminal that he was going to die and he had prepared himself for it before he even deteriorated a few weeks before. That had been when he had been taken into hospital. Before he was still living at home and was able to do most things. He had physical changes to his body but was still able to manage until he took a turn for the worse which lead him to where he was now, laying in a hospital bed 10 miles from home.
