one year to love

12:blood

Bailey sped almost the whole way back to her place.

"Phew," Bailey sighed.

"That was close," I exhaled.

"That was..." she looked to me, "awesome!" She leaned over and kissed me quick. Bailey then opened her car door and came around to open mine.

"Why thank you," I said gratefully.

"Of course." Bailey grabbed my hand and led me all the way back to her room. She jumped back on her big bed and smiled, "want to sleep in here?"

"Already sharing rooms? This is a fast moving relationship." I said and jumped on the big blue bed too.

"Haven't you heard that lesbian relationships move way faster?"

I laughed so hard I almost fell off the bed, "well I have now!" I scooted closer to her and grabbed her hand. "Thank you for dinner."

"Thank you," she said at almost a whisper. Then, she put her arm around my back and reached her lips to mine. We sat up and kissed with more force, each one feeling like sparks. Her hands lifted my shirt off, I tensed up for a second, but then it felt natural. As I began to lift her shirt I felt something in my throat.

I pulled away and covered my mouth before I started coughing. I couldn't stop the awful sounding coughs from coming out for a few moments.

"Faye, are you okay?" Bailey put her hand on my shoulder. My coughing stopped long enough to allow me to look up at her. "Oh my god!"

"What?" I asked and looked down to find my arm had been covered in blood, "oh no." I immediately got up and ran into her bathroom and washed my arm off. I locked the door behind me and coughed up more blood into the sink.

"Faye?" Bailey called from the other side of the door, "what's happening? Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm... fine!" I said in between coughs.

"Can you let me in?"

"Not the best idea."

After a couple minutes of repetitive coughing, it was over. I sat down on the floor and leaned against the door. Bailey had done the same from the other side.

"Faye?" Bailey whispered into the door.

"Yeah?" I gulped.

"Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No," I sighed. There wasn't anything they could do anyway.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep." We sat in silence.  I felt water stream down from eyes.

I looked around the bathroom. The floor was beige tile. The mirror had a few streaks on it. The wall was green and had some paintings on it. It was kind of cozy.

"Faye?" Her voice flooded the silence out.

"Yes?"

"Will you let me in now?"

I unlocked the door. Bailey pulled open the brown door and sat down next to me, "can you tell me what's going on?"

I burst into tears and put my head on her shoulders. I tried to talk but I couldn't get the words out, they all came out as blurbs.

"It's okay. It's okay," Bailey grabbed my hand, "it's okay."

"But, it isn't okay, Bailey," I managed to spit out.

She looked at me waiting for an explanation.

"It's not okay. It isn't okay, because, well, because  I'm dying."