memory {boyxboy}

4; Recovery

May 30

Status: No improvement.

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My knuckles were bleeding from punching the wall to hard. I was basically crying the past 5 day ever since I heard about his cancer. Only 4-10 weeks left?

I can hardly fall asleep at night...

"I'm guessing you're here for Mr. Bostwick Quinn again?" the lady at the front desk asked and I nodded walking straight to his room.

Pain and numbness rushed through my veins as I saw him laying there.

"Kellin..." I whispered letting tears fall, "I'm so, so, so sorry..." I walked up to him, holding his cold hands.

"Please Kellin... I need you to wake up, give me a sign that you're awake"

I got no response.

"Please, a hand squeeze, or something...."

Nothing.

I cried harder, laying my head softly on his chest.

"Please Kellin, I need you... Forget what I said, we can start over. I need to hear your voice again before you go...."

"Please don't leave me.... pl-" I stopped. My eyes converted to his heart monitor.

My heart fell to my stomach and I started to panic.

Nurses came and rushed me out, and I just stared blankly at the monitor.

Everything was a blur.

I fell to my knees clutching onto my shirt, crying. I regretted everything horrible I ever said to him. I never meant it... I never do. After every fight, he would have a make-up date and things would be back to normal. I miss him already but he's gone...

"Hurry!"

"Check his pulse!"

"No, check his heart rate!"

"1...2...3...clear!" I heard from the room.

"He's gone" I muttered. I was helped up by a couple nurses, one of the nurses I recognized. It was Jaime's girlfriend, Tay.

"Vi- VIC" she caught my attention, "things with be alright, ok?"

"How? How can things be alright when he's gone?!" I yelled. After, I reviewed a call from Jaime. I was too disgusted in him I didn't want to talk to him.

He had me with pure hatred.

"Why aren't you answering his call?"

"I have better shit to do than talk to him" I spat, wiping my eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"You're fucking excused" I sassed, walking past her, bumping her shoulder. I deserved to feel hurt, after all the shit I put him through. I walked out the building when my phone buzzed again in my back pocket. I checked it. Jaime.

I answered, "What?" My voice crack with sadness and anger.

He didn't answer right away, catching my bad vibes.

He cleared his throat, "Hey Vic, how are you... and Kells?"

"Oh I don't know, we're fucking fantastic." I said in pure sarcasm.

"I heard you guys are over man, I swear-"

"Save it Jaime...just...save it." I said softly. "I don't want to hear anything from you, I know what you did" I bit my lower lip, trying to stop myself from crying.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"You fucking lied to me. Whatever friendship we had is done" I spat.

He stayed silent.

"I hope you accomplished something because you drove him to the fucking hosptial" I said again hanging up.

I walked to the car, and stayed there, thinking....crying...yelling for hours. It was about night now and I was still crying.

I looked at the time.

10:35 p.m.

All of a sudden Tay came running to the car, tapping on the window then motioned me to get out the car.

She took a step back as I opened the car door then slammed itch

"Hey, hi...um hey, I uh have good news"

"What news can possbily be good right now?" My voice went harsher than expected.

"If you would just let me talk- nevermind, I'll just show you" She grabbed my hand. I felt sick by her touch. She dragged me inside the building all the way to Kellin's room.

"He isn't dead, it was just a heart failure. He still in a coma battling for his life. The doctors noticed something while they were running some test on him"

My heart rate got faster, and I prepared myself for her answer.

"He's recovering from his cancer"

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A/N: Short and cheesy, I know, but I'm having the worst week

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