Diagnosis

10

      As I left the building something felt weird. I couldn't get a breath in and I collapsed to the floor, my lounges felt as if they were closing up and squishing into nothing.
      A crowd rushed over and were screaming at each other to either give me some air or call the police. I heard Phil rush out of the building calling my name.
      He pushed his way through the crowd until he found me and hurried up next to me. He pulled out his phone and started talking to the police as I slowly lost consciousness
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I woke up in the hospital yet again. There's another reason why I didn't want to do the treatment. I sat up, my head spinning.
Phil sat in one of the chairs, his head in his hands, he was shaking as if he was crying. Wait is he actually crying? He looked up his eyes red and puffy.
"Kolby I have a couple things to tell you." He told me, walking up to my bed. I raised an eyebrow and scooted away from him slightly.
"What.....?" I asked scratching at the IV needle in my arm.
"Well one I broke up with Claire and two I told the doctors about your cancer and I told them you needed treatment. And they've started it." I nodded and looked away.
"I thought you didn't care if I had the treatment or not. You should let me die." I mumbled. He turned my cheek so that I was looking right at him.
"Kolby I love you, that's why I broke up with Claire, and I'm never going to let anyone hurt you." He leaned in and kissed me. I didn't react but than I kissed him back. He pulled away and smiled.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time." He giggled.
"Where's Dan? Is he here?" I asked looking around the small room. He nodded.
"Yeah he's in the cafeteria getting some subway." He told me sitting on the edge of the bed. Phil Lester the man I'm in love with just kissed me.