Mary darted into the bathroom, pulling her hair back. She gagged into the toilet various times, her body shaking. Chills ran throughout her body and she felt terrible. She slowly planted her feet on the rug when she thought she was done. Her head was pounding and her entire body ached. She had started Chemotherapy almost two weeks ago and it was Hell. She felt sick.
She dragged herself to her room and plopped down on her bed. She rolled over, wishing for the misery to disappear. She looked over at her door as it opened. Dominique entered and sat down at the edge of her bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap." Mary moaned, clenching her stomach in pain.
"Look, I want you to move in with Joey." Dominique's words shocked Mary. "I mean if you want to."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." Mary said. She watched as Dominique departed from her bedroom. She grabbed her phone and dialed Joey's number. She explained to him what Dominique had just said. Now, he was on his way over to help her pack her things. She slowly stood up, feeling the room spin. She stood still for a moment until the dizziness passed. She pulled out her suitcase and began to throw her things in. She turned around as the door opened and Joey entered. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a kiss. He felt terrible for her. And he was terrified of what was going to happen to her. But he kept convincing himself that Mary was strong enough to fight this.
They finished packing her things and headed over to Joey's house. They left some of her belongings behind to get later. Joey helped her into the house, letting her relax on the couch. He turned the TV on for her and sat down beside her. He pulled her on his lap, holding her close. He loved her so much and that was why he feared losing her. He couldn't lose her. Just the thought of life without her shattered his heart.
He gently rubbed her back as she moaned in pain. This cancer was a stubborn battle. Mary's body wasn't handling the chemotherapy well. And he didn't know how to help her. He hated seeing her this way. She didn't deserve this. She was the sweetest, kindest person Joey knew. And now she was dying. And there was nothing he could do to help her.
He stroked through her hair, terrified as a large clump of hair was left in his hand. He threw it on the floor, trying to hide it. But it was too late. She had seen it. She brought her hand to her hair, slightly running her finger through it. She brought her hand back down, gawking at the curls in her hand. "No."
"Mary it's fine."
"No." She began to sob, her eyes locked on the clump of hair.
"You don't need hair. You're beautiful without it." Joey held her close, gently rocking her back and forth. This was only just the beginning of a long and windy road.
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