BPLS: The Finale

Bad News

-couple hours later-

Bahjas POV

I walked into Prods room and stood there. Just staring at him..

He looked so hurt, so...lonely. Like he was just ready to give up and go home.

End of POV

Prod: Hey Bahja.

Bee: *teary eyed* Why didn't you tell us you were sick?

Prod: Because I didn't want you guys to worry about me. I'll be ok..

Bee: Look at you. You got all these wires and tubes. This is ok to you?

Prod: *chuckles* You always over exaggerated.

Bee: I'm not laughing.

Prod: I know. *laughs harder* Come on Bahja, cheer up.

Bee: Prod, how can you be so calm about this? You have cancer!!!

Prod: Bahja sit down.

Bee: No!

Prod: Sit down.

Bee: *sighs and sits at the end of the bed*

Prod: When the doctors told me I had cancer I already knew this wouldn't end well for me. Up until these past few years I had a good life.

Bahja: Prod I'm so sorry..

Prod: Don't be sorry. The only person who could've made things right all these years was me. Nobody can change that. All I can do is use the rest of my time wisely.

Bahja: *crying* How much time do you have?

Prod: The doctor says about 4-6 months.

Bahja: This isn't fair.

Prod: Look..I get out of here tomorrow. And you know I live in-

Bahja: You can stay with us. I'm sure Hope will really appreciate it.

Prod: Have you told her?

Bahja: She knows you have cancer. She doesn't know how bad it is or anything.

Prod: We can tell her tomorrow.

Bahja: So soon?

Prod: Why wait? I'm tired of waiting..life is too short and to know that my time coming soon I'm not waiting for anything anymore.

Bahja: Ok. *sniffles* I'll see you later ok?

Prod: Ok.

-Bres POV

I sat in the bathroom of the emergency and cried. I couldn't believe this was happening. I know I've said some bad things to him in the past but I really do love him. I would never want him to die. What happened when I first walked into the hospital kept playing in my mind over and over.

*flashback*

Bre: What's wrong with him?!

I screamed as the monitor was beeping like crazy and all the nurses rushed to his side. I had just walked into his room. All I could see was Prod laying in the bed with all these tubes hooked up to him. A nurse told me to leave and wait outside. About 10 minutes later when they all came back out, the doctor spoke to me and told me he had cancer. None of us were supposed to know. But since he was going to die soon he was going to need someone around to take care of him. I walked back in his room.

Prod: Hey Bre.

Bre: *crying* You could've said something. How am I supposed to explain this to our daughter?