Chapter 10

Chris's Point of View

Three months had passed. I had kept my word and Rachel and Buttons were now living in my house. Well it wasn't my house anymore it belonged to Rachel now too. So I guess it's our house. Another good thing about Rachel living here was that she was closer to her dad. He lived a couple of hours drive away, so she had been seeing him a lot more frequently.

My knee was finally getting better; I could actually walk around now without the help of a crutch. The radiotherapy was going well too, the doctor had said that the cancer hadn't improved but it wasn't getting any worse either. I found that my mood changed just as frequently as the weather did. I hated the fact that I felt completely useless.

Rachel kissed me as she walked passed. She was wearing a skimpy, black bikini and was heading to the back garden. I was happy that she felt at ease in this house. In fact she was feeling more at ease in general, especially after the phone call we received from Randy a few weeks ago.

Randy had called at the start of the month to tell Rachel that John was now getting the help that he needed. Whether or not Cena had changed was a different story. However, we had visited Raw and John seemed different. He was happy. Rachel had been extremely worried about going, and finally seeing John again. I couldn't blame her. We had the shock of our lives when John came and shook both of our hands and whished us well. Someone had obviously told John about our relationship prior to our visit. My money was on Hunter.

I followed Rachel into the back garden. Buttons was lying in the shade panting; she was tired after running around in the sun. I looked over at Rachel; her skin was tanned and glistening with small beads of sweat. I thought she looked amazing. As she pulled her hair back I wrapped my arms around her small frame from behind. I heard her giggle before she turned and slipped her arms around my neck.

"This is the life, huh?" she said with a smile before kissing me again.

"Hell yeah," I grinned. "What more could I want? I have a lovely girlfriend and a cute dog, a brilliant home... I have everything that a man could ask for."

Rachel smiled and let me go. She sat down on her towel; Buttons trotted over and flopped down next to her. Rachel stroked the dogs head absentmindedly. I finally felt like I had the family that I had always dreamt of having.

Rachel looked up at me with a peculiar expression on her face.

"What?" I asked her kneeling in front of her.



"Are you feeling alright, Chris?"

"Yeah, I feel fine, why?"

"You look a little pale, that's all," she was looking worried but she didn't say another word. I left her to her sunbathing and went back inside the house. I looked in the mirror in the hallway. Rachel was right, I was looking pale. I didn't think anything of it as I went into the family room and switched the television on.

Rachel's Point of View

I hadn't seen or heard anything from Chris for a while so I decided to go and check on him. He looked really pasty earlier on, and it had worried me quite a bit. I heard the sound of the TV coming from the family room; I looked around the door and saw Chris stretched out on the couch asleep.

He moved around a little as I switched the TV off.

"Are you awake, baby?" I asked sitting down on the table in front of him.

He opened his eyes and tried to stand up, he lost his balance and fell back onto the couch.

"What do you need, Chris? I'll go and get it for you," I said putting my hand on his arm.

He was breathing heavily. "I think I'm going to throw up," he said as he tried to get up again.

I immediately helped him up and walked him to the nearest bathroom just in time. I began to rub his back as he began vomiting.

"Rachel?" His voice was raspy from vomiting.

"I'm right here, honey, I'm not leaving," I said as I continued to rub his back.

"Something's wrong," he said quietly.

I looked over his shoulder and noticed that all he had thrown up was blood. I grabbed a towel from the rack and helped him clean himself up.

"Come on. We need to get you to the hospital." I threw the towel on the floor and flushed the toilet before I helped Chris to his feet. "Do you think you're going to throw up any more?"

Chris shook his head and I helped him out of the bathroom. I leaned him against the wall while I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I grabbed Chris's car keys from the bowl beside the door then helped him outside.



I checked Chris's pockets for his cell phone and threw it on the dash before I started the car up. I sped out of the driveway and headed towards the nearest hospital. A few minutes into the drive Chris began gasping for air.

"Chris, what's wrong. Talk to me, tell me what's wrong," I said grabbing his hand.

I had put my foot down and we were now speeding way over the limit trying to get to the hospital as fast as I could.

"I c-can't... breathe," Chris choked out. I squeezed his hand tighter and he did the same.

When I finally pulled into the hospital, I jumped out of the car and grabbed the first doctor I could see.

"My boyfriend... lung cancer... can't breathe," I said hurried pointing over to our car. The doctor ran into the hospital, a few seconds later there was an emergency team following him outside. I rush over to the car and opened the passenger door, and began helping him out, he was barely conscious. A nurse put him on a stretcher as I locked the car up and followed behind.

"What happened?" A female doctor asked looking at me.

"He woke up and felt sick, I took him to the bathroom and he began vomiting blood."

"How long has he been struggling to breathe?" She asked me again.

"About fifteen minutes ago... Please help him!" I said finally succumbing to tears. I held Chris's before he was taken into the trauma room. They started hooking him up to machines immediately.

"What treatment has he been having?" Another doctor had come to question me.

"He started off with Chemo a few months ago but he wasn't responding he's been having radiation therapy for about two months now." I watched as another doctor gave Chris CPR. He had stopped breathing. "Oh my God! Chris, please wake up!"

The Heart monitor had flat lined, tears that had stopped for a few second had began pouring down my face again. "Save him! Don't let him die! Save him!" I shouted.

The doctor in charge turned to a nurse who the escorted me from the room and into a private waiting room, I sat down in the corner on the floor with my head in my hands. My best friend, my lover was dying in that room and I couldn't do anything to help him.

The nurse that had walked me to the room kneeled down next to and tried to calm down.

"Is there someone that I can call for you?"



I shoved Chris's cell phone into her hand. "Finlay," I said through tears. "My dad Finlay."

As I watched her leave the room I began to cry again. Chris, my Chris was dying.

Thanks to my reviewers: KimGray, Inday, annskieesofresh, Nobody's Love and purplefeather21.

The next chapter will be up a bit later.

Angel
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