Perfect murder

Part 7-Revelation

My head. Shit. Where am I? The bed is so not comfy. White walls, oh crap, it's a hospital. I fucking hate hospitals.
"Miss Margarita Olsen, how are you feeling?" some skinny hot nurse asks.
"Little dizzy. Nothing scary. Where is my brother?" I answer.
Oh, I use Eric's dead sister's name to get treatment when I need one. Don't judge me, Eric allowed me and he was the one to suggest this. Speaking of the devil, he comes into the room, bags under his eyes, dirty hair and god he needs a bath.
"Hey, sis, you feeling ok?"
"Yeah. Peachy. Let's go home" is my instant reply.
He looks so miserable and broken. What the fuck has happened while I was out?
"No. We can't" his voice is low and trembling.
"Dude, what's going on? You ok?" I am honestly afraid about him. Eric may be an idiot but he is my partner and I care for him. "Tell me! Eric, what happened?" I demand. His sky blue eyes seem dark and teary.
"We can't go cuz you need treatment" he says.
"The fuck? I'm fine! This blackouts are from stress! I am shouting almost histericly.
"No. You are dying." He whispers slowly as he is in immense pain. Maybe he is worried for me. He really cares.
"It's inevitable" I answer.
"You knew? Why didn't you tell me?!" He is about to start crying. I feel even worse. I didn't want to tell him.
"Danny, why didn't you tell me? You fucking selfish bitch!" Tears are falling down his face. I never figured out that he is about to lose his best friend. I've got incurable brain tumour.