Chapter 5 Matthew

As I slowly opened my eyes there came a headache.

I groaned blinking rapidly using my palm to press my forehead.

With the smell and aura, I knew I was in a hospital as I rested my back on the pillow, sitting comfortably on the bed, still moaning at the headache.

"Matt!" Leah and Ruth stood up reaching for my hand.

"Are you okay?" Ruth asked with a worried look.

"Of course, I am," I replied with a small smile, still feeling my head spinning.

"You should have obeyed Dad when he instructed you not to come to school today!" Leah said and I shrugged a bit.

"I fainted because I forgot to use my drugs early." I chimed in.

"Of course, that's not the cause. Isn't it because of Keith?" Ruth fired.

"Please, it's not Keith's fault... He was only trying to get friendly with Matt." Leah defended and Ruth scoffed.

"I see you prefer your crush to your brother, huh?" I said jokingly.

"Come on, of course not," Leah said hitting me playfully.

"Where am I?" I finally asked, even though I knew I was in a hospital, I still had no idea which hospital I am since this is not the hospital that has my medical records.

"Just a nearby hospital," Ruth replied. "But Doctor George is the one who treated you." She added and I sighed seeing that my finger was already clipped to a clip-like device. The heart monitor and blood pressure cuff are hooked up to a computer that records and stores my vital signs, and I guessed I would be in the hospital for a while.

"I hope everything went well in school?" I asked knowing I must have drawn too much attention from the students and professors since it was my first time fainting in class.

"No, Keith was blamed for the incident," Leah answered lowly.

"Ignore her, aside from that, everyone is doing fine, and they all wished for your recovery. Mum and Dad would be here soon." Ruth said and I sighed gratefully.

The door creaked open and my familiar doctor walked in with a lesser smile holding some documents.

"He just woke up," Leah told him as he walked over to us.

Doctor George glanced at the heart monitor and the small smile which has been on his face ever since he walked in suddenly disappeared I guessed something was off but I didn't get too inquisitive and I tried to act as if I didn't notice his scared look or dare I say sad face.

"Your mother and father haven't arrived?" He asked Ruth.

"They will probably be here soon," Ruth replied.

"When they get here, tell them to see me at the doctor's office." That said, doctor George turned and left not sparing me a look.

"What's up with him?" Leah questioned thoughtfully with a weird look as George exited the ward.

"It could be personal," I suggested.

"Or he might be having a bad day," Leah added.

"You should rest now, we will get you something to eat," Ruth said and I smiled at her.

"Thank you." I appreciated as she urged Leah out of the ward.

I breathed out a sigh and closed my eyes as if meditating on my breath I could hardly hear my heart beat but I didn't worry too much as I forced out a smile and recalled what had happened at the school.

I had blushed sillily when Keith had held my hand and I liked the feeling at that time but when I noticed the change in my body, I wanted to exit the classroom to take my drugs but he wouldn't even give me the chance to.

Although I struggled he was too strong for me to run away from. Nevertheless, I held no malice against him.

In short, if it was possible I would like to be in that situation again.

I smiled sillily in my dream at Keith's grey eyes and golden hair and his voice... God!

"Excuse me!" I heard George's voice and I opened my eyes thinking he was inside the ward but he wasn't.

"Oh! Doctor George." I heard my mother's worried voice and I confirmed that they were outside the ward.

I went back to my fantasies of thinking about my crush, Keith whom I will never come to hate because life is too short to be all about hatred.

"What!" I heard my parents exclaim at the same time and I quickly opened my eyes.

"Please, lower your voice, I don't want him to hear this news." I heard George's voice and I knew they were talking about me.

Still opening my eyes, I paid attention to their conversation and I heard my mother whisper worriedly. "How in Christ's name would you say my son has less than three months to live!" My mother was trying her best to lower her voice but I heard that.

And my heart which I couldn't hear beat seemed to have shifted to my lungs.

Stingingly, I blinked my eyes not realizing my hot tears were beginning to stroll down my cheeks.

"Never! In Christ's name. My son would live, and won't die until his old age!" My dad argued.

"Please, take it easy Mr. Harry, you've gotta know I'm heartbroken at this news. But I'm afraid it's medically true." George also sounded sad and I realized why he couldn't look at me when he walked in.

Was it because he was feeling guilty? That I'm dying soon?

I felt the words hurt me again and the rest of my parent's words of Christ this and that didn't get to me and I reminded myself that I was fucking dying soon!

In less than three fucking bad months! Why!

My heart was breaking into tiny pieces when I hugged myself, and I felt disheartened, unable to control the hot tears that streamed down my face, my lips were shivering and even my heart began beating in my lungs.

I wanted to die when I heard about my heart disease. But now, I don't want to. "I don't want to die." I cried in a whisper manner, clenching my fist and begging for life.

The heart monitor began sounding crazy and I knew it was how my body was behaving.

I was suddenly feeling weak, and I hated it that I couldn't even cry properly.

The monitor was going crazy with how urgent it was sounding.

In a blurry vision, I saw Doctor George entering the ward with my parents. My mother's face was soaked with tears, just like mine.

And the next thing I could feel was my body automatically shutting down and... Blackout!