I cough, cringing in pain.
'Are you alright!?' my lover asks, panicking.
'Yes, I'm fine...' I splutter, 'I've got... You... I just... I just want you to know... That if I... If I...'
'If I have to say goodbye,' my lover replies; obviously not wanting to hear the D word.
'Just... I just hope you know... That the hardest part of this... Is not the pain, the loss of physical beauty, the oncoming storm and the inevitable death...' I cough, 'no... The hardest part of this... Is leaving you...'
I cannot support myself any longer. My hand slipping from theirs, I collapse down, lying in the dank hospital bed, facing the ceiling as my lover leans over me in distress.
'Are you alright!?' they yell, as nurses rush in.
My vision is fading; they are all not but a blur.
'The hardest part of this...' I splutter once more, 'is... Leaving... You...' I whisper, the beeping of the life support system turning into just one long noise as everything grows suddenly dark.
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Cancer
ContoA quick thing I wrote because MCR was stuck in my head. Separated into at most, page-long chapters because why not.
