The last thing I remember before I woke up in the hospital was going to my room to do my nighttime routine. Honestly I don't even remember getting in my bed, and looking around, I'm not so sure I made it to the bed.
Sean looked up around the time I moved my head to the side to look at him, he had bags under his eyes and he looked so sad.
"How long have I been out?" my voice cracked as I spoke, signalling it had been a while since I spoke.
"Almost three weeks, your little Boyfriend was getting pissed after a few days of not seeing you too. Darcy finally broke down and told him what was up, he's in the lobby every moment he can be. " He replied, I wanted to cry to be honest, Zoland was in the lobby? And here I was thinking he would hate me for keeping it from him.
"Can I see him? "
"Yeah, I'll go out and tell him."
Soon enough a tired looking Zoland walked through my room, a worried glint in his eyes that seemed to intensify the further into the room he stepped.
"Hey!" I rasped out.
"Hey! How are you feeling?"
"Ha! I feel like I'm made of rusty metal."
"Oh..... Why didn't you tell me? About you being sick? " He asked, but there was a demand in his voice, and I liked it.
"because I didn't want you to pity me, I don't like pity friends, their all stupid and fake. " I say in response.
"Okay." He smiles as he says this. "but I still don't understand, I was your friend way before I knew about this. I mean we fucking dry-humped each other on my bike, and I didn't know you were sick. It wouldn't have changed anything if I had known." he added.
"How was I supposed to know that? Everyone I've ever told has changed the way they see me, I used to be this snarky asshole kid, and than they diagnosed me and everyone changed. And somewhere along the line so did I."
"How did you change? As far as I'm concerned, your still the snarky little bitch." he smiled as he said this, I could see the mischief in his eyes.
"I got scared, looking around at everyone's sad faces, and I realized I couldn't beat this one on my own. So I told my mom that I would take the treatments, but the doctor said it would only give me a few more months to live and it would make me weaker than I already am. I waited to long, so I pushed them away. I didn't want them to hurt to bad when I actually died, I had decided I was OK with them hating me, resenting me, as long as the didn't get their hearts broken. "
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A/N.
Short and sweet, around 470-480 words. Really just a feeler until I can get back to regular updates.~
So now Zoland knows, what do you think will happen next?
Will someone walk in and hear their conversation?
Will they kiss?
Or will things between them become strained and unpleasant.
Will Zoland start acting different?
Or will it all be in Jayden's head?
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Last First Date.
Short StoryLeukemia, a malignant progressive disease in which the bone marrow and other blood-forming organs produce increased numbers of immature or abnormal leukocytes. These suppress the production of normal blood cells, leading to anemia and other symptoms...