Erin's POV
I go home after a couple of hours, I really got to see the real Dylan. He pretty much explained everything about the chemo he's getting and how he thinks its helping. I can't even imagine how it feels going through what he's going through. He won't die though, I know he won't. I mean, he said he's okay. So, I'll take his word for it. I decide to just watch cheesy romance movies, and cry my eyes out. That's usually how my Friday nights go, fun right? I now have Dylan's number which makes me happy, he even took a funny selfie and made it his contact picture, he's awesome. I pretty much watches about three movies, and cried my eyes out in all of them. I went and lied in my bed and I was resting my eyes until my phone rung, I look at the contact and it was Dylan. Why was he calling me at midnight? I answer the call. "Hello?" He was breathing heavily, that much I could tell. "I-I can't breath v-very well..." He was speaking quietly, he was pretty much whispering. "Try your best okay? What can I do?" I was scared, I'll admit that. "J-Just.. Can you come and help m-me get my breathing things... I-I can't get up..." I get up and put my shoes on. "I will be there very soon, keep trying your best to breath normally." I run to his house, literally. I go straight up to his room, just to see him struggling to breath.
"Hey... What can I do?" He points to the corner of his room, there was an oxygen tank along with an oxygen mask. I go and grab those things and sit next to him. I turn on the tank and the oxygen goes to the mask. He takes the mask and holds his over his mouth and nose and starts taking deep breaths. It scares me seeing him this way. "Does this happen a lot?" I ask, is his cancer severe? He shakes his head, telling me no, it doesn't happen a lot. That's a good thing. After about half an hour he turns the oxygen tank off, along with taking the mask off. "You okay?" He nods. "Thank you for staying with me." He looks like he needs a hug, so I hug him. "You're welcome. Call me if you ever need me. Okay?" I will be here for him, no matter what. "Okay." I can't help but to wonder one thing. "Hey, um, where's your mom?" I know his mom is the one who takes care of him, he told me that. "Work... Medical bill and house bills, along with other things add up to a lot of money. She needs all the money she can get so she works about three jobs. Usually she isn't out this late but she needed the money." My heart breaks for the situation. It isn't easy at all, not one bit. His mom has to work so much, just to pay for those things. "Would you like me to stay the night?" He thinks for a second before nodding. He lies back down and I lie on the couch in his room, before falling asleep.
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Don't Die, My Love
Teen FictionDylan Evans is pretty much a normal seventeen year old boy, but he has to deal with something. At the age of sixteen Dylan was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. He has to the deal with the symptoms, medication, and of course chemotherapy...