"Fucking god, [name], why are you being such a pretentious ass right now?!"
"Im sorry that I was trying to be truthful with you and flipped your shit!!!!" I scream, crying my eyes out. Everyday with went on. When I first met him, he was so kind, and gentle, and sweet and loving, but now he was just a horrible person. I've been wanting to tell him about my illness for the past year, but this was why. I tried being truthful about one thing, and he flips his shit.
"Well, you don't have to be so rude about this!!" He screams back, throwing a chair against the wall.
"Why can't you just listen to me?!?!" I yell. "Why can't just listen for one second!!!"
"Because everyday it's just you, you, you, why does it always have to be about you!"
"No it's not!!" I scream, breathing heavily. Not now, don't faint now. "It's always about you!! I just want to talk!!!"
"You always want to talk!!" He keeps slamming things against the wall. "What if I'm busy, [name]?! Just think about it!!"
"Too busy to even talk about anything at all?!?!" I ask. "Am I just a little toy you fumble with and then just throw away?!?!"
"Just fucking go away!!!"
That's when I walk out of the room. I gasp for breath, dropping to my knees. I hold my throat, coughing. I try to make my way to the phone, dialing an emergency number. (Like 911 or 999)
"Hello, [put number here], what's your emergency?"
I quickly cough, a glob of clotted blood splattering onto the floor. "My name is [full name] and I've recently - *cough* - been diagnosed with stage three lung cancer..." I cough a few more times, another glob of blood comes out. "I just started throwing up blood and I have shortness o-of breath-"
I suddenly drop the phone, falling to the floor. I could hear the women trying to talk to me. "Hello? Hello?" In a fainter voice she said, "Ryan, track this number, this person, they're-"
I couldn't hear anything.
