Him ; Bastille

Sickness/Health ; 19

"How do I look?" Kitty anxiously asks as she looks down at her combi dress. Half of the dress at the front is short, like a party dress, however it's got a long train on the back like a wedding dress.

It's almost guaranteed that she is hotter than the bride.

"Um..." I deliberately make my voice trails off while I put on my shoes. "You look fucking amazing." Kitty doesn't take the compliment. Instead she looks more worried than usual. "What's up?" I ask her pretty confusedly. "Maybe you going to the wedding wasn't such a good idea." What does she mean by that? I mean a couple of weeks ago, before Halloween I bailed out of the stag party. Sure Hunter is a nice guy...but I feel uncomfortable leaving Kitty alone, plus I had no real reason to attend. I'm his little sisters best friend, it would've been weird and awkward. He said he didn't mind about me not showing up...

"Nah, he told me missing the bachelor party was fine." But Kitty shakes her head. She then looks away from the mirror and sits on the edge of her blue sheeted bed. Everything in this room is blue and white — it's pretty and feminine...just like her really. Mine is messy and...well it's just messy basically. "If you go to this party then you're going to meet my family...they'll tell you things about me that I don't want you to know. Because even though that thing is a part of me...I don't want to be known for it." What the fuck is she talking about? I mean..."if you've murdered someone I really don't give a shit." With that she places her head on my shoulder. Her body holds with a silent laugh as I smile. This position never gets old. Lately we've been hugging and getting close to one-another. It's quite sweet...and cringe all at the same time.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It's all I can say now." She whispers lightly. Her voice is too quiet and croaky, like she's about to burst out in tears or something. "Tell the truth. Tell me before they do." She shakes her head as I put my arm around her waist supportively.

"Seriously...whatever it is...I'll help you. And that is a fucking promise. Like — I'll do whatever it takes to make you happier." All I want if for her to smile and be happy.

"My cancer is back. It's acute which means that I'm basically dying." I shake my head in shock — even though a part of me never wanted to believe those rumours...I did consider them true a month back around Halloween time or whenever it was. But Kitty has been really happy and energetic recently...I don't understand.

Before I can say anything else she dives into my arms and hugs me tightly. Like she's clinging on to me, "I'm scared." She cries. I mean...I'm in a state right now. I know I have to have toxic masculinity...be this 'big brave' man that I'm meant to be...but how on earth can I do that? My dream girl...my best friend...she's ill.

Just even thinking about Kitty suffering...it makes me feel sick. "It's okay." I whisper as tears fill up my eyes. I need to reassure her...I need to reassure myself. "You're not alone. Okay? I'm here and I'll never go and I-I'll...tend to your every need and-" I ignore her vigorously shaking her head. I know she is trying to act strong. Kitty Holland is brave and fierce...but sometimes she needs help. She needs reassurance. "I don't want your sympathy! It's why I never told you...Dan..." she goes from shouting to whispering in seconds. She then proceeds to look at the white carpet in guilt.

"It's why I made you be friends with the others. At least if I go...I'll know that you're not alone." I close my eyes as she rests her head on my shoulder. "They've gave me these new tablets....chemo in a tablet form...let's hope they're working instead of killing me faster." Kitty tries to make light of the situation with an awful...awful joke. Both of us clearly aren't happy. I mean it's no shit. Kitty doesn't deserve this. "Are you in...pain?" She smiles shaking her head although I don't believe her. "I was before the tablets, I was this weak mess. But since taking them I feel fine." Maybe they are working then?

God I hope they are.

With that someone knocks on the front door pretty hard. It must be her parents, they said they're taking us to Alice and Hunter's wedding. With that Kitty dries her eyes as she stands up. In the classic Kitty silence she smiles before she holds her hand out towards me, "let's go and ruin my brothers big day because his bride is a fucking cunt" A-fucking-men to that.