Reader x Tomas Sanders

Diagnosis

OH MY GOD GUYS I AM SO SORRY I CANT BELIVE I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER AH! Also, the next few chapters are from Alex's POV (This is from my phone sorry about the format but sorry!)

Alex POV
Erin's expression looks like he's trying so hard to smile, but I can tell he's tired.
"Hey angel, let me help you into the bed okay?" I say softly as I walk up to him. He nods slightly and I carry him across the room to the bed.
"How did it go?" I ask, unable to restrain from asking any longer. His eyes dart around the room. I lightly turn his chin up to look at me.
"Hey, it's okay. What's wrong hun?" I ask in the softest voice I can muster without showing how scared I am.
Tears quickly run down his face and he looks back down. His sobs shake his entire body.
" I have lung cancer, Alex. I'm going to die."he says.
I don't move. I don't feel anything. I am numb for a split second. And then I realize what he said.
"W-what? How? Erin, what do y-you m-mean?" I ask with my voice shaking and barely whispering.
He doesn't respond.
"E-Erin. What do you mean?" I say.
He doesn't respond.
"Erin! Please! You can't have cancer! You can't die!" I shout. Then I whisper, "d-don't leave me alone."
He looks up, tears staining his eyes. "Alex." He says. "I'm so sorry."
I hold back tears. Why is he sorry? I was the one yelling at him when he didn't do anything. While I was losing my sweet angel, he was losing his life. I had to try to understand what he was feeling. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry I yelled. I need a moment, okay? I'm going for a walk." I say.
I want out of the room, leaving Erin alone. I can't stand being in hospital rooms. They remind me too much of my past. I don't want Erin turning out like him. My poor dad. I can't lose Erin. I can't. He's all I have. After my dad died, my mom couldn't handle it, and turned to alcohol, and my sister went alone to Australia. I was left. Picking up the sad remains of my family. When everyone else left, I couldn't. I felt responsible, when my dad had coughed up blood when I was five, he told me to call 911. But I just stood there, waiting for my dad to get up. My sister walked in, and saw my dad on the floor. She started yelling at me and picked up the phone. When the ambulances came, I wasn't allowed with my dad. He was driven away, and I never saw him while he was alive again. His last words were to me. And I ignored them. My thoughts are abruptly interrupted as I walk into a wall. I step back and realize it wasn't a wall. It was a guy. I apologize and hear him say,
"Don't worry about it. Want to go get lunch and make out? I mean... make up." Some chuckles escape his mouth and I say,

Ooo sort of cliffhanger. Anyway I'm so sorry about the month of two without uploading. Please forgive me! I haven't been feeling well so I hope you understand. Thanks for reading!