Oh, fuck me. Why does everything hurt? Shit, where's the bathroom. Seamus looks up and sees a light coming out of a white, tiled room. Guess that's the bathroom. He tries to get up, but he's in too much pain. So, he kind of like roles on the floor to the bathroom. Once he gets there he does his business; he goes to wash his hands and catches his reflection. His white, pasty face repulses Seamus, with blackish purple bruises under his eyes. He goes to touch his face then thinks better of it. All right, now time to get a shower. Maybe that will make me feel at least a little bit better. Now how the bloody hell is I supposed to get my clothes off and shower. Fuck it, I'll improvise. Seamus attempts to take off his clothes and surprisingly succeeds. He turns the shower to mildly hot and steps in. He just stands in the shower and lets the water run down his body and soothe his aching muscles.
Once Seamus is done he gets a towel from the cabaret next to the shower and dries off. Damn, that's way too much work to put on all my clothes. I don't think Miss. Camilla (Forgot her name, so this is going to be her name) will mind if I just were shorts. I sure as hell know Blaise wont mind. So, Seamus puts on a pair of shorts that was on the chair beside the bed. He then proceeds to fall into bed and fall asleep once his head hits the pillow.
Seamus woke up a little bit later. Fuck, my head. Huh, guess I shouldn't move my head. Footsteps were heard outside the door. So, Seamus tried to sit up but decided against it. Someone opened the door and stepped in. "Blaise?" Seamus asks. "Seamus, your awake?" Blaise replies. "No, I'm just talking in my sleep. I'm awake." Blaise chuckles and walks up to Seamus. He kisses his forehead and sits in the chair by Seamus' head. "How do you feel?" Blaise asks. "Brilliant, you know same old same old. Aching everywhere. I'm surprised I even had the strength and energy to even get a shower last night. How 'bout you?" "That's good. I'm fine. I'm just trying to keep my boyfriend from bleeding to death. Mom is fine too, in case you were wondering. She's worried about you, ya know? She gave me the fright of my fucking life when she started screaming bloody murder to find me. And when she did she didn't tell me anything except to go to our guest bedroom." Blaise says while playing with Seamus' fingers.
"Hey, look at me." Seamus whispers. Blaise looks in to the light blue eyes of his boyfriend of 3 years and Seamus says, "I need to tell you something, but I think it can wait a little bit longer. No, you know what, you need to know. Blaise, I'm dieing and there is nothing you can do about it. I've tried all the cures I can think of, but none of them work. You see I have Leukemia and it has grown to my kidneys; there is no cure. So, please for the sanity of everyone, don't try and save me. It will just lead you to disappointment and failure." Blaise starts crying silently and he starts to hold Seamus' hand really tight. "How much longer do you have left." Blaise whispers, to afraid to talk loudly. "At most a week, please promise me that you won't do anything to try and let me live out the time I have left." "I promise." And they seal it with a kiss.
Oh, I totally went there. Lol But seriously, I have two friends with Leukemia, one said friend died when we were still in kindergarten. I don't remember a lot about it, I just remember that it felt like your heart being ripped out of your chest. My other friend is alive and living well. She wants to own a hair salon. Befriending them is one of the best things that have happened in my life and even though they cause me so much heartbreak I wouldn't change it for the world. Anyway on a lighter note. The next chapter will go into Seamus' background, I think. I'm still a little bit iffy on the details. Review and I'll give you ice-cream with Blaise or Seamus on the top.