The Boy Upstairs /tronnor/

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Connor

After you finish a test, whether it be at a hospital or school or wherever, nerves set in. You want to know your results immediately. Unfortunately for me, I wouldn't know for a few hours. To pass the time, I wheeled myself back to my room and got back into my bed (without any assistance, I may add) and texted Troye for a few hours. We talked about just about everything under the sun, until my awkward ass changed the subject to something touchy.

Me: Does it ever bother you?

Troye: Does what ever bother me?

Me: Death. The fact that you're dying. That I'm dying. We aren't gonna live to be as old as some other people our age. I don't know, maybe it's just because I just had my final test before I know what the hell my body's trying to do to me. But death has been on my mind so much for the last few hours, it's scary.

Troye: That makes sense. Yeah, it's scary at times. I just sort of block it out of my head at this point. I've come to terms with it, so I just like to live every day like it's my last.

Me: How can you do that when you're trapped in a shitty cold hospital that serves god awful Jello?

Troye: Lol true. I don't know, I just try to not miss out on anything on my bucket list. I'm practically stuck in this damn hospital until my demise at this point. Anything I can't do outside of the hospital, I watch videos of on YouTube or something. It's weird, I can just explain when you get here.

Me: Hahaha okay. Hey, you wanna go to the top of the Eiffel Tower tonight then?

Troye: Sounds like a date :) 

I put my phone down when the doctor peaks in, smiling at me, but it wasn't a smile I was used to. It was almost a somber smile, like they were sorry. My heart sank into the depths of my stomach, which was now in knots, and not because I had a date with Troye in Paris in an hour.

I held my breath, terrified of whatever words were going to hit me next