Chapter 4.
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A/N1: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.
"Really? Me?"
I was in front of my doctor, and he was looking at my test. Suddenly my gaze went to the window and then, back again to the doctor's face.
"Yes"
"Are you sure? I mean... That doesn't make any sense. I don't smoke, I don't drink..."
I wasn't capable to understand how I wake up one day with pain on my stomach and two hours later, my doctor was telling me I had cancer.
"Your pancreatic cancer is well developed, so there's not a treatment to stop it, but I can give you a few medicines, to balance the disease-"
"What do you mean?"
"That you don't have more than two years. I'm sorry Mr. Woods"
My entire world was falling down. The only thing I thought was her. How I was going to tell her. How I was going to live with that?
"Hey Arthie darling, how are you?"
Eames is sitting beside me, and I can smell his cologne, the same I give him once a long time ago, when I told him that he smelled like shit.
"Do you still using that cologne?"
He smell is jacket and smile at me. The same smile I used to hate a long time ago, now is the smile of one of my best friends.
"She said that you need to take your pills at...-"
"Eames, we both know I'm not gonna make it. Not until he borns"
His eyes are full of tears. I'm tired to be near people who only see me with those eyes, that gaze mixed with pain, and angst. But I knew it only left nothing. I'm close to the end.
"Arthur. You don't know how much I love you. I always thought... I'm sorry for bother you before"
I'm smiling. My face is pale, and my teeth are yellow for the medicine. I shaved my head before coming to the clinic, and it didn't grown since then. Months ago.
"It's ok Eames. I was angry, yes. But I'm not now. I can't be angry with you, after all the things you did for me, and you're doing now"
He's holding my hand while he took a white envelope from his jacket's pocket.
"I wrote you something. Sorry for my spelling mistakes-"
"Can you read it for me?"
The forger is smiling. Maybe because if he reads it, I'm not going to see his grammatical mistakes.
"She told me that she reads for you. Do you need something? Water?"
"A Martini will be fine"
"Hahah, very funny Arthie boy. Ok, open your lovely ears love"
"This pills are going to make you lost some color on your skin, and maybe you're going to loose some weight. For that reason, this other pills will give you the vitamins you're needing and-"
"How about Chemotherapy?"
I tried to look for other aternatives. Something that maybe can save me, although the doctor said that my cancer was very advanced and there wasn't anything to be done.
"Is risky. And it won't work"
I nodded, while I took the prescriptions with me. The medication was expensive, but I was lucky to have a millionaire account on the bank, thanks to all my jobs.
My new apartment was empty, with only a few furnitures, and all my stuffs were on the floor. All of them, but only one thing had been out of the boxes. Her picture.
"My dear Arthur. Hi, it's me, your favourite friend Eames. I'm writting this to tell you how much I care about you, and for apologize myself for the past jokes I did to you before. Like the time I put some dog shit down your chair, and your italian shoes were all dirty. The time when I changed all your black ink of your pen for pink ink. The time I almost made you fall, when Ari asked about the kick. The time that..."
While I'm watching him reading me his letter, I can't help but smile at this man. I remember all those moments, when he used to pissed me off, and I was always angry. I wish I could go back to the past, and change some moments...
"... and all those other moments I made you crazy. But also, I have to say thank you for all the good things you did and gave to me. I have a big bank account thanks to you, and for your recomendations but let's say the truth, I'm the best Forger, aren't I? But you always gave me a hand in this bussiness. And for the beautiful fam-"
"Eames, can you call the doctor?"
He's running to the door, asking for a doctor inmediatly. I'm making him a signal with my hand, and I can hardly manage to talk. Something is wrong with me, I can feel it.
The doctors come and they are watching at the monitor beside my bed. Mi heart beats are becoming faster, and my presion is going down.
"I'm sorry Sir, we need to sedate Mr. Woods. Can yo go outside?"
Eames is looking at me, and he nods. "I'm going to call them"
The next day, Eames was sitting in front of my desk, looking at me with pain in his eyes. Again.
"Is everything alright, love?"
I looked for some papers on my desk, and gave him an envelope.
"What is this?"
"You'll never know if you don't open it"
He opened the envelope, and his eyes widened at me.
"I need you Eames. I can't leave her alone"
"What in bloody hell are you talking about?"
I sighed, and took some bottles with pills from my drawer under key. I throw them to him, with some of my lattest medical results.
"This is all I'm becoming. Pills, pills and more pills! I'm pale, I'm loosing weight and no matter how many test I have, is always the same result"
Eames eyes were on the floor. For the first time since we met, his gaze was on the floor.
"Eames, I know about you and her. I know you tried to made a move on her once we finished the Fisher job. And I know how you felt when you knew about us-"
"That was a long time ago"
"Maybe, but you still there. I wasn't jealous Eames. But she told me once, if she hadn't met me, sure she will be with you"
"And Dom? Sure he is-"
"Dom see her like a daughter, and she thinks of him like a dad figure"
He looked at me and sighed. He tried to lighted up a cigarette, but I couldn't stand the smoke.
"Don't smoke please"
"Sorry. Go ahead"
I sat again, and tried to sound as calm as I could.
"I'm going to leave her because I can't stand the fact of her watching me like this. I'm going to... I don't know yet. I'm trying to not sound cold, making you stay with her. But you're the only one who can help me Eames"
I hated myself. I hated how I told her, how I leave our apartment, how I ran...
"But... Arthur I love you. I don't know what to-"
"Is not you Ariadne. I- I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry"
I was trying to took my bags from the floor, and when I was making my own way to the door, I could hear her crying. I couldn't help but not stop walking, and close the door behind me. It was the end of us, and it was necessary.
A week later, he called me. He said that she called him the same night I leave her. He wasn't pushing things, but he was the only one beside her now.
"Where are you?"
"Argentina. I always wanted to dance tango, and learn spanish. Don't call me please, unless something happen"
"Are you sure you're ok, love?"
"Sure. She likes red roses and-"
I started to cry. all my memories, my moments with her were over my head.
"-and also a latte with two croissants in the morning. Her favourite food is sushi, and her favourite place is- Take care of her"
I turned off my phone for the next year and a half.
"Doc, how is he?
Eames was impatient to know how Arthur was.
"Now, the only thing all we can do, is wait. Just wait, because he's leaving at any moment"
A/N2: I-HATE-MYSELF!
I can't believe I'm doing this to Arthur!
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