Two chemo treatments later, the tumor seemed to be shrinking. The doctors were ecstatic. But Phil's health seemed to be worse than ever. He was always tired, never hungry, and his eyes looked grey and dull. He had started running a fever a week ago that still hadn't let up.
"If this is what I have to go through to get rid of it I'd rather die" he sobbed on one particularly difficult night. He was laying in bed, fever still running high, and you could honestly tell that he felt like crap about everything.
"No! Phil, I need you here. Things will get better soon, I promise. You're strong." I insisted, standing over him and brushing his fringe off his sweaty forehead.
He didn't answer, just shook his head and rolled away from my touch.
"Hey, I know what'll make you feel better! Let's watch some of our old videos!" I suggested, trying to bring some cheerfulness into my voice.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Okay" he agreed hesitantly.
I grabbed my laptop and sat down on the bed next to him. "So what do you want to watch?" I asked, pulling up YouTube.
"I don't care" Phil mumbled, laying his head in my lap. "I feel horrible."
"I know. But this should help cheer you up!" I said with false cheer and pizazz in my voice. I scrolled back down to my first video and turned it on.
About halfway through, me trying my best not to lay down on the floor and have an existential crisis because of my 2009 hair, I noticed Phil was softly sobbing on my lap. "Oh my god Phil! What's wrong?!"
No answer, just more tears.
"Shh, you're okay. I've got you." I whispered, pulling him up into a strong embrace.
"N-no I'm n-not" he whimpered weakly.
*
"NO. He can't die. NO!" I insisted frantically at the doctors.
"Sir, we're doing the best we-"
"Can I see him? Please? I'm family. We're married." I lied. We were was close as you could get to being married without actually, you know, being married anyway.
One of the doctors nodded and pointed to the door on the left. "Right down the hallway in there."
As I walked quickly down the hospital hall, my heart was pounding. I felt as if I were going to pass out.
I can't lose him I kept thinking over and over to myself. If I lost him I would lose my best friend, my soulmate, my other half.
My sunshine.
(A/N: I'm really tired and cold. I'm sorry. Chocolate. Cake. Cocaine. Dollar bills.
MY HAPPY LITTLE PHIIIIIIL
DONT TAKE HIM AWAAAAAAAY
Goodbye, my monkey diapers!)
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