Paper Balls

Chapter 42

Sam's POV
"What the fuck is wrong with Corey?! He literally just told Colby that there is something wrong with me!" I scream into my pillow. Yes, I've been keeping a secret from Colby. The only people that know are my family and Corey.

I also told Corey to tell everyone to leave me alone for a while. I continue to sulk in my bed until I have the urge to pee. "Do I have any cups?" I look around and have no luck. "I could pee out the window...." I look out the window and realize that my window faces the front of the house.

Dammit. "I'm gonna have to leave my
room." NO! Don't! You need to stay in your room! But I really need to pee! I don't have any cups and I'm not peeing out the window. I get up and slowly open my door. I peek out and see Colby's door closed.

It is 11:39 pm. I open my door my and quickly but quietly get into the bathroom. I do my business and wash my hands. When I open the door I run into someone. I look up and see Colby.

He hugs me, digging his head into my shoulder. "S-sammy..." He whines. I can tell he has been crying. "Can you please tell me what's wrong with you?" He asks. I wrap my arms around him gently. "I-I don't think I'm ready to tell you yet." I say.

I feel my shoulder getting wet. "It's okay Bear. What I have isn't killing me. So you don't have to worry about that." I whisper. I let go of him and grab his face. "Look at me." I say. He darts his eyes away from me but looks. "Everything is okay. You don't need to worry about me." I smile.

He nods and I kiss him. Colby smiles into the kiss. "Goodnight Bear." I say and head back into my room. I close the door and slide down it. How am I going to tell Colby what is wrong with me? It was hard to tell Corey about it.

I walk over to my bed and lay down. Let's just practice what I'm going to tell him. "I have COPD which is Chronic Obstructive Pulminary Disease. It's a condition which makes it increasingly difficult to breathe. Many people have died from this disease, but that's because they didn't seek help. When I was 4 I had trouble breathing so my mother took me to the doctor. They said I had COPD."

I stop to take a breath. Just practicing makes me want to breakdown. "Like I said, many people have died but that's because they didn't seek help like it did. I take medication everyday to help with it. Only my family and Corey know. But lately, the medication hasn't been working. So I called my doctor and he said that he would send me something else to help with it." I finish.

I look up at the ceiling. "Tomorrow is going to be a tough day."