It was less than two weeks until Whammy! would be released, and Ricky was nervous. Could he go on tour? Was he going to be healthy enough to go? Would the others know about his health? Would he be dead by then? Was he even sick at all? Did the doctor make a mistake with the blood sample? It was a possibility that he confused Ricky's blood sample with someone else's. Did that happen?
"You need to talk?" It was Keith's voice.
"Yeah." Over the past few weeks, Keith was with him, willing to comfort Ricky whenever he needed to talk to him.
"Is it about your illness?" Keith lowered his voice, even though they were the only ones in the room.
"Yeah." Ricky's voice was quiet, too. He lowered his head."What if I'm not good enough to go? What if I'm dead by then?"
Keith took his hand. "I won't let you die before the tour. You absolutely deserve to go on it."
Ricky looked back up.
"Please don't think that you will die before you go." Keith sounded like he was begging. "For your own sake."
Ricky pursed his lips. "I promise."
He had to be positive. After all, there was still a chance the whole tour could go by and Ricky wouldn't even feel a thing.
Would that happen?
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Ricky
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.
