Herro! Okie-dokie, so I tried previously to do a full length fic but I'm a procrastinator and I get nothing done so I'll have to hold off on that for the time being because I'm starting this! It's a lost easier to write and I enjoy the story more so expect a lot of updates!
The news hit him like a bullet train. His eyes scanned the last few lines of the email again. Every word stung him like a wasp.
Diagnosis of Stage Three Osteosarcoma: Positive.
His heart shattered. He couldn't breathe. His eyes stung. He clutched his chest as a sob escaped his lips and buried his face in his arms. In the next hour, his house was torn to shreds as the fury exploded in his being. It was so unfair, all of it.
He needed more time, verdammt.
As he slouched against the wall by his television, tears streaking his pale face, his telephone jingled to life. It went unanswered. A moment later it rang again.
"Fuck off!" he screamed at the device.
After the final tone, a voice mail echoed around the room.
"H-Hi Gil, it's Toni. Francis and I just got the e-mail. We thought, maybe, you'd like to come with us to get lunch in about a half an hour." His Spanish accent made it hard for Gilbert to hear through the static of the phone, "You shouldn't be alone now, Gil. Call me back, amigos."
Gilbert didn't move from his spot on the wall. He rolled his head back, staring across the room blankly.
His eyes strayed to the clock on the wall. In less than an hour he'd have to face the cruel world outside. The one he'd already lost his leg to. He thought that by that point, it would have been have been pleased and left him alone. But only two months after the operation, he'd received the e-mail from his physician that tore everything apart. The slim chance of hope he'd graciously embraced was ripped brutally away.
The words replayed in his mind. Diagnosis. Stage Three. Positive.
Stage Three. Gilbert choked at the thought. Stage Three was the last straw. Basically, the last two words that meant, 'it's been nice knowing you.' At this point, there was nothing that any doctor in the world could do to save him. Which is why Stage Three is labeled as terminal.