"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."
Dying rp Starters @axelvalero
For months now she hadbeen lying to him.
Callie had been lying to the guy that had become herbest friend for months.
Every doctor’s visitwas an audition for this club or a practice with that bar’s main band. It wasnever a doctor’s appointment. In reality she hadn’t touched her guitar for agig in far too long. Her fingers didn’t work like they used to, and she wasjust too tired all the time to foolwith it. When the pills started, they were vitamins. When they made her sick itwas because she was supposed to take them on a full stomach and she guessed she forgot. When her complexionchanged it was because it was winter. She was already pale to begin with andwinter made people grow paler. No she wasfine. When she began to lose her appetite for any and everything it wasbecause she just wasn’t hungry. Whenthe pills turned into monthly, extended visits to the hospital she just had anextra practice that day. She wore long sleeves to cover the traces of her IVbecause it was always cold in this damnhouse. When those hospital visits made her violently ill it was called a menstrual cycle get over it. Whennone of her clothes fit anymore due to weight lose it was because of stress.
She had a lie for itall, and she thought she had covered it all so well. Callie would get better.She would beat the cancer, and Axel would never have to worry about it. Hewould never have to think about it. It would be another one of Callie’s manysecrets, and that’s exactly how she wanted it. She didn’t want to run the riskthat knowing would cause Axel to worry himself sick, or- even worse- the alternative.She didn’t want this to be the way she found out she was just her best friend’sroommate and so what if she had cancer.Knowing that Axel might not care was worse than the cancer itself. No, she wasgoing to keep this to herself.
Well, she was untilthe word hospice came up in her mostrecent doctor’s visit. Everything turned to a blur after that on word, but shestill managed to catch the highlights.
Fought as hard as we could. Just need to focus on making you comfortable. You did good. Do we need to call anyone?
She left feeling morelike a zombie than she had in months. Callie had been so sure this was justgoing to be another chapter in her book; she never thought it would be thefinal chapter. As she half staggered, half walked her way out of the doctor’soffice, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. Her checks were beginningto sink in on themselves, her eyes were dull and lifeless, her hair had lostits volume and life. She wasn’t Callieanymore; she was the zombie that was once Callie.
She somehow managed tofind her way home, pack a small bag, and call the hospice center her doctorsuggested. How long could she wait again?That didn’t matter. Axel didn’t deserve to watch her willow away anyfurther until she felt she was bad enough off for hospice. She’d just go. She’dleave a note and she’d just go. So that’s what she did. She scribbled “Overgrown coloring book- I got the cancer.Aint that some shit? Keep my guitar. –Cal” on a post it note and left it onthe fridge. That was the proper way to do it right? It didn’t matter nowthough. He could be mad all he wanted, but that wasn’t going to change the factthat she had lied and she was in fact going to die.
There was no tellingexactly how long she had been laid up in her bed at the hospice center. One dayto her felt like a week in the real world, and in here it was only worse. Andthe best part? She actually missedCat. It had been like the little fur ball knew the entire time, and the sickershe had gotten the more often Cat was curled up on her lap. She missed that.She missed the security, the warmth, and the compassion. She’d never admit it,but she actually love that little animal. That was actually one of the firstthoughts when she saw Axel standing at the foot of her bed.
Somewhere in the midstof her constant napping he had found his way into her room, and when her eyes firstfluttered enough to see the outline of someone in her room she was sure it wasjust another nurse checking on her and her head flopped to the other side ofher pillow. There weren’t any nurses that tall and skinny though, so using whatfelt like all the energy left in her body Callie lifted her eyelids just enoughto make out Axel’s face and then they slammed closed once more.
“Ya shoulda broughtCat. I miss the flea bag,” she murmured into her pillow. An overwhelming wave aguilt crashed over her as tears pricked at her eyes and a golf ball took overher throat. The slight resistance from her IV fluids’ line was almost enough tostop her from bringing her hand to cover her face. She hadn’t wanted him to seeher like this. That was the whole point of this. She hadn’t wanted him to know,she hadn’t wanted him to pity her. She had had enough pity in her life, and thelast person she wanted it from was Axel.
“Ya shouldn’ be here,” she croaked out. She didn’thave the energy to give him a speech, but she just hoped by now that he knewher well enough to know what all she wanted to say.
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