Have you ever felt like life couldn't get any worse? Like you were at the bottom of the pit, just lying there, waiting to die. Life had thrown everything at you, engulfed you in complete darkness, held you under water but still allowing you to breat...
I stand in the kitchen making dinner for Mark while he works in his study. He's had treatments once a week for 3 months already and he's really looking sick.
His skin is pale and he has dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. I hear a shatter and turn around quickly.
I go check on Mark, finding him laying back in his chair with his eyes closed.
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I walked around the desk and see he dropped his coffee mug and it shattered.
"Mark?" I don't know why but I check his pulse. I guess I just have to make sure for myself. Thankfully, it's there and I take his hand.
"Mark baby. Can you hear me? We're going to get you to bed now ok?"
He sleepily nods and I help him stand up and lean on me just a little so he doesn't stagger into the walls or door frames. I lay him down and tuck him into bed
"There we go. Get you some sleep ok baby."
He falls asleep quickly and I go to his office to clean up his mess. The mug had shattered and the herbal tea puddled near his rug at under his desk. I looked down and saw a word document opened on his computer saved as 'Last Will and Testament of Jonathan Marcus Johnson'. My heart dropped and I read the first sentence.
"In my untimely passing, it is my last wish that everything I own, namely: Johnson Piers, Johnson Corp, my share of Johnson & Corsbie properties, my cars, and my name, be given to my girlfriend and best friend Christina Marie Masterson. I leave my whole estate to Ms. Christina.
In my untimely passing, Christina Masterson ---"
Tears ran down my face reading it. He's leaving everything to me. I can't let him do that. I can't let him die like this. I have to do something.
Hours later, he wakes up and smiles up at me lazily.
"Hey. How do you feel, baby?" I ask.
"Weak and groggy. Is dinner ready yet?" He asks.
"Yeah. Get you a shower and I'll make your plate."
He got up kissing my forehead and went to the bathroom. I sat there a minute, worrying, then went to the kitchen to make his plate like I said I would.
