CAMERON'S POV : REPEAT : CAMERON'S POV
I woke up to the sound of someone hurling, I squint as my eyes try to adjust to the light directly attacking me from the bathroom. I looked at the opposite side of the bed to see that Nash isn't there.
I hurriedly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, only to find Nash throwing up probably everything he ate onto the toilet. .
I knelt down beside him, rubbing his back. "Nash, oh my god."
A few minutes passed, and he stopped vomiting. He rested his head on the bathroom wall, catching his breath as I took the roll of toilet paper and cleaned his lip.
"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling him into my chest, he wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.
"I'm dying."
"Don't say that." I scolded. "Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Hospital....now...."
"Nash..."
"Now!" He managed to groan. I nodded and carried him to the bed as I called emergency, saying that they'll get here in fifteen minutes. God, I don't fifteen minutes.
I carried Nash to the lobby, placing him down on the couch and laying his head on my lap, so that the ambulance would be able to pick him up quickly, I immediately called Mahogany and she ran down minutes later, not even doing her make up.
"Oh my god is he okay?" She asked.
"I don't know what's exactly going on but he said that he needed to get to the hospital."
"What happened?"
"He started vomiting a while ago."
"Oh my god."
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beep...beep...beep...
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beep...beep...beep...
That familiar noise ramble my head as I met the hospital again. I sit beside Nash's bed, staring at him...sleeping...pale...lifeless.
It turns out that his platelets went down again and he was vomiting blood as well a while ago. They're still trying to decide whether they can help him by doing a transfusion, or just...let him be...and let him live his numbered days.
I took a deep breath, holding his hand on mine, Mahogany was fast asleep on the couch, with Jacob beside her. Yes, the couch was that big.
What would life be without Nash? I mean, he's the one I love...the only one. I don't think I'd be able to go back to MagCon knowing he's not there. He's my other half, my love, my rock, my best friend, my partner, my neighbor, my childhood friend, my lifetime friend...
My husband.
I always hoped that we'd get married, I always did. I have always believed that he'll make it through. he'll survive. I dreamt of spending time with him, in our own house, with our own family, with our own kids...all seventeen of them.
I let out a slight chuckle at the thought of seventeen children, it must've been hell for mom raising me and Rachel, and that's two children...multiply that by like, 8.5
I stare at his face once more, watching his chest rise and fall to his breathing.
Will he really have to die?
I know death is inevitable but...why this early?
I wanted to grow old with him, I want to hold his hand and sit on our rocking chairs and watch TV all day. I want to pressure our kids to give us grand kids like any grandparent would, and we'd spoil our grandchildren by making them eat all the chocolate they want.
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