27- worse

 

I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming in pain. My brain is pounding with pain. My heart feeling like it can't beat any longer. I see doctors and nurses rush in, Kyle following behind, all of them with worried expression plastered on their faces. Kyle's face is pale as if all the color has drained from his face out of fear.

Last thing I remember is being moved out of the room as the put a breathing mask over my mouth and nose.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Is he ok, Doc?" I hear Woody ask. Everything is dark and I can't move. I hear someone sigh, their voice sounding unsure.

"Well, it is Friday. He has two more days, and we had a hunch that this would happen to him one way or another. But seeing his conditions now, he will be lucky to live through the night."

"Are you kidding?!" I hear Will yell, his voice shakey. I can tell he is crying. I have only seen Will cry once, at Kyle's funeral.

"No, Mr. Farquarson. I fairly sorry. We do have another option though."

"And what would that be?" Woody asks, his voice now shaking too.

"We can ween him off of the medicine and put him out of his misery."