Different

                                    

                                          
Hugo
It's crazy how much Alex has changed. It's been a week since he gave up the medication, and now he looks like a normal person again. He walks, jogs, (although he does get tired easily) and has a somewhat normal sleep schedule! Every time I see him he is smiling and making funny faces. Although he is starting to cough up peaces of his lungs. But the doctor I called said thas normal in this situation and to remember to take it easy. Alex sometimes still uses the oxygen tanks when he feels he needs to. Although I think he could take it bit more easy on the moving around.
Today we check in with the doctor to check on the cancer. 
 Alex and I climbed into his X-tera and headed off to the towards the hospital. We had around a 3 hour drive ahead of us.
"What do think he will say about my choice?" Alex asked.
"He will probably tells we are stupid and chosing our one way ticket to heaven. Then he will storm out of the room, then come back grab his phone, then leave again." I somehow predicted.
"Wtf, what makes think he will do exactly that?" He asked.
"I Don't know, maybe it's just Wattpad magic. Anyways be prepared to be lectured about it." I replied.
"I am, I know it is a big decision. But I just don't want us to live like that." He said looking down.
We pulled into the hospital garage after a long drive. We talked to the front desk lady and was told to wait for our names. We looked at cringe magazines and joked until we heard our name from the desk. We walked down the small hallway and into the office.
"Don't tell me you lost your equipment." The doctor said as we entered the room.
"No, we didn't." Alex said.
"Then worse, you lost yourself. Why?" The doctor said looking annoyed and dissatisfied.
"I don't want to live a restricted life." Alex responded.
"That is foolish!! Buying your own ticket to heaven, how sad. If you don't want help from use, then so be it. Now if you excuse me, I have to go talk to the other doctors." The man said just before storming out of the room.
 He walks out, stomping. Alex leans over my shoulder and whispers, "Holly shit you're a fucking magician!"
The Dr. Then walks back in, grabbed his phone a walked out in a hurry. I leaned over Alex's shoulder and whispered, "I was honestly just guessing." 
 After a while of waiting a different doctor came in a asked us to follow him. We walk with him to the scanning room, where he took Alex to go get scanned. I decided to watch shit  on the television in the waiting room. SpongeBob was playing, and next to me a cheetah kid sat. 
 The kid looked at me.
"What r u here for?" The kid asked.
"I'm here for a friend." I replied smiling.
"Is he hurt?" The kid asked.
"No, he is sick." I replied.
"So is my ma, she told me to stay here while she went to get medicine." The kid said sadly.
"Well I wish y'all luck. I bet she will be better soon." I sad trying to cheer him up a bit.
"I hope so, she seems sad sometimes." The kid said.
The response took me by surprise,  what would he mean by being sad.
 A older cheetah came out from the back were Alex was being scanned. She was in a wheelchair, she had oxygen tanks just like Alex and looked the same way. Skinny, tired, dead. The boy climbed off the seat and ran to her. The woman put on a smile and said something to him so weakly I couldn't even hear it. The boy rolled the wheelchair out the front door for his mom. They disappeared into the parking lot. 
 A single parent fighting an unbeatable war. Cancer. The sight broke my already broken heart and I had to walk into the bathroom to let out a quick cry. That poor kid is soon to loose his mother and he doesn't even know it. The thought ran in and out of my head, tearing me up from the inside. Life really is unfair.
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 Alex stumbled from the scan room. I walked up to him and took his side to help to the front door. A doctor called out to me.
"How could you let him do this to himself!?!? Let him kill himself!?!" The doctor asked clearly confused.
"Because I'm not selfish, and I want him to truly live." I replied without even looking back.
 I help Alex into the passenger seat and get into the driver seat. I can tell how exhausted Alex is as he immediately fell asleep. I can't stop thinking about that kid and his mom. What are they going to do? How will they eat? The kid may have to get a job even though he's so young. The mom is only going to get worse. And were is the dad? All questions I won't get answers to. My poor heart.
"What's wrong, why are you crying?" He asked concerned.
I wiped the tears from my face and said.
"It's irrelevant, I will be fine." I replied putting on a quick smile.
"Stop keeping things to yourself and tell me, what is wrong?!" He said clearly annoyed.
 I pulled into a parking lot of an old mall.. I told him everything, about the kid. His mother. I screamed and ranted about all the horrible shit I kept to myself. How I was scared shitless when he decided to stop taking medicine. How I hold my breath and pray he wakes up in the morning. How I tremble every step he takes by himself. How I tried to make it a point to be strong for him. And how I failed him every time he needed me. 
 Alex sat there, stunned, but listening. When I was done he didn't try to yell back or comfort me, he simply said.
"Thank you for telling me. Now let's go home and party, for tomorrow will only be worse anyway." 
And with that we went home, turned up music on our speaker and partied. Because why the fuck not, you only live once so let's live it. For now on, things will be different. You will see.
;)
Peace ✌️