Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

43 | Doctor

ASHLEY'S POV

I woke up from someone kicking my leg too harshly. I jolted up, seeing Michael, who slept over my house last night, running to the bathroom. He plopped himself onto the cold floor, not bothering to close the door. He doubled over, vomiting all contents in his body into the toilet bowl. After vomiting, he coughed a little too much. And then he resumed vomiting again.

"Michael?" When he let out a loud groan. "MICHAEL!"

I jumped up from my bed, not caring I was only wearing a singlet, underwear and I was braless. I ran to his side, and held onto his arm. I ran my hand up and down his back.

"Michael, what's wrong?!" I screamed. "Michael, are you alright?!"

A series of loud bangings soon started on my room door. I got up, opening the door. My mom came in.

"What's going on in here?!" She screamed, sounding as panicked as she looked.

"I-it's Michael." I hiccuped, having sobbed too much. "I don't know wh-what's happening! He just got up and- and v-vomited!"

"Michael!" She hurried to the bathroom, crouching next to Michael. I went to the bathroom, too. "Michael, honey, what's happening?"

He let out one last long stream of groans of vomit. After that, he got up and brushed his teeth, ridding of the horrible taste still lingering on his tongue. He began doubling over the sink, coughing into it. He spat after, I grew curious. I stood by his side, peeking in the sink. There was blood in it.

"Mike?" I rubbed a hand over his chest.

"What?" He spoke, breathlessly. I made eye contact with my mom, she nodded. She walked away, me and Michael having some time alone.

"Do you mind telling me about it?" I asked him, in a low tone, afraid I'd provoke him in any way. He sighed, sitting down on my bed.

"Sit down." He said, nodding his head towards the empty spot next to him. I hesitantly sat next to him, placing a hand on his thigh. "Four months ago, I was leaking. My urine. I didn't know what it was, but I ran to the bathroom and peed. This was around two to three in the morning. It happened the next night, too. But this time it bled. I saw blood in my pee. I thought something was wrong, but it was too embarrassing to tell anyone. I kept it to myself, thinking nothing was wrong with it. Whenever I peed, it had weak and short streams, making it painful and such a slow and torturous process. And then I began coughing a lot, way too much, and it urged me to pee the more I coughed. The best part is, I can't control it. I can't hold it in, sometimes when I wanna let it out it doesn't. Have you ever peed a little and stopped? You know that burning sensation you have to suffer through before you can start peeing again? I get that feeling, but pee just doesn't come out. And it happens even as I pee.

"I know all of this is disgusting to you, but I honestly think something is wrong with me and you are the only person I trust enough to tell all of this to. I've searched up these symptoms and what disease it can lead to, and it appeared to be as serious as cancer. But... I-I can't say it out loud. I don't know, I just- I can't. Please understand that. If you want to find out, bring me to a doctor. It's still at an early stage an I think if I report this to a doctor soon, I might stop it entirely."

I was a sobbing mess, hysterical hiccups bubbled in my throat and I felt like vomiting. It was too much to take in, but I knew I had to try. Cancer was big, and it's serious. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I felt like it wasn't the right time. Or the right person, rather. I wanted to say something and encourage him, motivate him, in any way. But I physically couldn't speak any words. My tongue was nailed to the roof of my mouth, no words could be said. I couldn't speak.