11 partes Concluida Contenido adultoRomeo sat patiently, holding onto Specs' hand tightly. He watched the doctor's every step, nervousness set on his heart.
"Hey, Doc", Specs greeted, trying to offer a smile. He looked better than Hell. "What'd you find?"
Romeo wasn't sure Specs could see it, noting he couldn't see anything without his glasses on-he talked about having a headache earlier, and took them off for that reason-but the doctor had a rather solemn look on her face, as if she just learned that someone was going to die. Romeo prayed. "Doc?"
"You're results came back", she sighed, keeping it brief. Romeo wanted to yell at her, telling her how he knew the results came back, but he was on the edge of his seat in fear. "I have some news."
"What's he got?" Romeo sniffled, trying to keep in his tears and not think of the worse. "Pneumonia?"
Specs had had pneumonia before, when he was a kid. He told the story all the time, and Romeo knew it made him feel strong. He'd always say he could beat anything, but Romeo also knew it wasn't that simple.
"A few respiratory infections, yes", the doctor agreed, glancing back at her chart. That was fine. Specs could take antibiotics for it and be good as new. "But there's something else. Your white blood cell count was low."
Romeo glanced at Specs, worried out of his mind. He knew it. He saw every sign and didn't do shit about it; it's his fault. He should've forced Specs to get checked out. He should've done better. "Cancer?"
That seemed to be the worse option. Yet, the doctor shook her head. "Worse, perhaps."
What could be fucking worse than cancer?
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A Spromeo story set in the 1980s
Themes of:
-Drinking/Drugs
-Hospitals
-Swearing/Cussing
-Mentions of sex and STDs
-Homosexuality
-Death
Please read at your own discretion.
