Diagnosis

6

"But I still want you to take the treatment!" He yelled as I stood up. I wiped the tears from my cheek and started for the door. Dan pitched in to the conversation.
"Kolby why won't you just take the treatment. How phil feels about you shouldn't impact your will to live." He pleaded as he started crying as well.
"Because Dan! I don't have the money and its freaking pointless! I don't care wether I live or die at this point because nothing will be the same now!" I screamed. Phil sighed and walked up to me. I backed away from him and sprinted out of the apartment. He has a girlfriend? Why did he never tell me! We tell each other everything, well mostly everything.
I ran to the library for sanctuary and to confide in Patrick. It wasn't open yet so I could take the time to talk to him.
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"Patrick, there's so much I need to tell you, can you listen?" I asked him, tears still streaming down my face.
"Of course! You can talk to me about anything." He told me. He took my hand and we sat on one of the couches, provided in the library.
"A few months ago I met this guy named Phil. And we became pretty good friends fairly quickly. So eventually he invited me to meet his flat mate Dan. Dan and I became like brother and sister and I was happy. During that time I found out that I have lounge cancer and I decided not to do treatment because I can't afford it and it's not worth it to me. But I told them I was doing treatment. I told them that three months ago. I just went over there and told them the truth. I told phil I was going to start treatment because I love him and he told me he has a girlfriend." I sobbed and he pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm so sorry Kolby. Why didn't you ever tell me about the cancer?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.
"I don't know, I figured it didn't matter since I wasn't doing treatment, but now that I know Phil doesn't love me, I'm not doing treatment." I sniffled. He looked at me and started crying.
"Kolby, you can't go, we all love you so much. You can't leave me." He told me, keeping me in his embrace.
"Patrick...do you like me?" He pulled away and smiled.
"Hunny, I'm gay. I just care about you and I think you're making the wrong decision." I nodded but frowned.
"I think I am making the right one though."