25 days to live. ( an Eminem and 50 cent story)

day 8

( Curtis pov)  

It was done I booked are holiday for next weekend we are leaving on the Thursday and will get there Later that night.
I am really looking forward to Are little holiday I just hope it's not are last.

" You ready baby" I say attaching a food bag to he's feeding tube.
He shivers as the liquid go's thro the tube and in to he's stomach.
He grips my shoulder. " You ok Marshall baby" I ask.
" It fills really could " he said shivering again.
" Sorry baby it always is" I say rubbing he's back.
" haw are you two doing? " dre said walking in to the kitchen.
" we are going on holiday " Marshall said exited.
" o yeah where are you going" dre said happily.
" um" Marshall looks confused.
" we are going to go to the Caribbean. Aren't we baby it's going to lovely and worm. " I say smile at him.
" Curtis I thin I'm done " Marshall said tightening he's grip on my shoulder.
" what do you mean" I ask confused.
" food. I don't want any more.  I fill sick" he said
" ok" I say know better then to try and force him to have the rest.
" You only had hearth" dre said looking at the just over hearth full bag of so called food.
the disgusting liquid squirts all over my t-shirt from the bag just as DeShaun walks in to the kitchen.
" shit " I yell jumping back pulling Marshall's feeding tube as I do so. He lets out a small squeaking sound and cliches at he's nose.
" I my God I am so sorry are you ok" I ask after doing up the bag of so called food.
He nods still clutching at he's nose.
" are you ok Em" DeShaun asks suddenly at my shoulder.
He nods again.
" let me see" I say gently removing he's hands.
Blood drips out of he's nostril but the tube doesn't look like it has moved.
" I God I'm so sorry baby" I say kissing he's forehead.
I don't ever want to hurt him.
" it's ok it was a accident I'm fine" he said smiling weakly at me.
" let's get you cleaned up then" I say kissing he's forehead again.
" why don't you go and change and me and dre can clean Marshall up" DeShaun said looking at my disgusting t-shirt.
" ur yeah ok" I say before heading up stay to get changed.

I head in the the bathroom after getting changed "where is he" I ask dre the only one in the bathroom.
" he's down stairs sleeping on the sofa. " dre said cleaning blood of the counter.
" is he ok? I didn't hurt him did I? " I ask.
" he's ok He's nose bleed a bit but he's ok" dre said cleaning he's hands.
Thank go I was so worried I had hurt him.