Ricky read the papers a second time. This had to be some sort of cruel joke or dream. The doctor wouldn't say he actually had it. He couldn't actually have the disease.
Panicking, Ricky dropped the papers and pinched himself, hoping he could wake up. He then pinched himself a second time. No. He didn't wake up. He wasn't in bed, with Keith in the other room and the sun being blocked out by the window blinds.
This was real.
What was he going to do? He didn't want Cindy, Mom, Dad, Linda, Grandma, and everyone to worry or fuss over him. How would he keep this away from them?
Ricky picked up the papers and put them in his medicine cabinet. Hopefully, if Keith were to get sick, which he hardly did, then he wouldn't be looking around in there. Speaking of Keith, he wasn't home. He was off to see the others.
Ricky sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. Why was it him and not someone else? Why?
Why did the Lord decide that he would get HIV?
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FanfictionWhat would have Ricky Helton Wilson's life have been like? Starts in 1953 and ends in 1985. Feel free to read. Feel free to comment. And certainly feel free to vote.
