Carry On

"Brian?" I yelled jogging up the stairs.

"Ah, faltar Haner, acompañarme?" he came out from nowhere and spoke to me in the unknown language again.

"Excuse me?" I laughed.

"'Join me'" he pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me down. "Let's make a baby" he chuckled kissing me hard. Black Sabbath blared out of my phone interrupting our moment. "Don't get it"

"It's Rachel" I frowned. "Let me get it"

It was odd of Rachel to me calling me, I didn't even think her and dad were dating anymore so I didn't see any need.

"Ren?!" she yelled.

"Yeah..?"

"It's your grandad, come to Hedwick hospital now!"

"Woah, what?"

"We were coming to surprise you, you know, Gracie's birthday coming up. He flew down from Greece last week,- and, just, uh!! Come down now!"

"What happened to him?"

"He blacked out, but, the doctors are running tests because they think it's something worse" she spoke in state of panic. But, knowing Rachel - grandad was really ok.

"I'll be down" I sighed pushing Brian off of me. I hung up the phone and fell back into him. "Bills in Hedwick"

"Fuck, he alright?" Brian stood up and immediately put his leather jacket on.

"Yeah, probably she always over reacts. What are you doing, I thought we were gonna try?" I moaned.

"Sweetie, she called you. I'm pretty sure you both hate each other and wouldn't text or call unless necessary"

"True, let's go" I quickly got up and we headed to the hospital.

...

"Rachel," I called spotting her down the hall. "This better be good" I mumbled under my breath. I saw dad asleep on an old hospital chair, he was here too. Something must be weird if he showed his face.

"I'll let him explain" she turned to the doctor who had full concentration on his clipboard.

"My grandad, can you tell me whats goin' on?" I asked. Brian clung his arm around my waist as we both started to get nervous.

Me and grandad were so close. The only problem was, he retired and moved the Greece. That was 7 years ago. It sucked when he left. You could say he was my bestfriend.

"Yes, you're grandfather has been experiencing several blackouts, according to you're father, he's been passing out randomly quite frequently"

"And you tell me when he's in hospital?!" I groaned at him even though he was asleep. I was hoping he'd wake up by the loudness of my voice.

"Mrs, please listen" the doctor sighed. "We think by our tests it could be cancer"

"How the hell does passing out link to cancer?!"

"Was he a smoker?"

"No, he never touched a cigarette in his life according to Andrew " Rachel frowned biting hard on her nails.

"Any family history of lung cancer?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "My great grandad, but, my pop hasn't got cancer, alright? Do more tests" I demanded. Brian clung harder, and he whispered in my ear; 'Ren,' as if he was telling me to calm down.

"We're so sorry to tell you this, but, I'm afraid if it is cancer, it's inoperable"

"Are you kidding me?!" I cried.

"Come on sweetie," Bri sighed kissing the side of my forehead.

"No, Brian, just get off" I yelled. "How long?"

"How long what, Mrs?" the doctor frowned getting confused with all of the papers.

"Grandad, how long," I couldn't get my words out properly.

"I don't think William will leave the hospital" the doctor shook his head and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh god," I sobbed. "I want to see him"

When you lose the person you love especially if your with them at the time. It's almost as if nothing exists, you feel empty, upset, confused, angry. Your emotions are all over. All you think about is the nostalgic moments you had with them, the times, how much they cared for you. You'd turn to anybody for love. I couldn't bare the thought of him gone. I know I never saw him, but he'd occasionally send me the odd letter, and I mean he'd call me every sunday night.

"Ray!" he groaned with no enthusiasm. A small smile smirked across his dull, limited face. The sight of him scared me. He was so lifeless, and I mean he had gotten a face full of wrinkles since the last time I saw him which was scary in itself. "My sweetie, it's been years"

"I know pop," I crooked a smile, and at that moment a tear fell.

"No. No! I won't have those" he chuckled.

"Sorry," I sniggered sitting next to him.

"You won't do me a favour, huh?"

"What is it?"

"Bring me a bottle of, um, code - Coca Cola" he squinted.

"You want some coke?"

"No, code"

"Alright, whats code for cola?" I smiled.

"You know, whiskey"

"Pop! I'm not bringing you whiskey!!"

"Shy kids get note' Ray!" he chuckled again. The laugh broke into coughs, he pulled out a napkin and spluttered into it. Once he removed the tissue, it was covered with blood. I gasped and cried again. "Ren, that happens all of the time, s'alright sweetie"

"Still, it scares me" I sighed snatching a tissue from his pack to wipe my eyes.

"Can I meet him?"

"Meet who?" I frowned at the random comment.

"You're husband!" he clapped. "And, my great grandaughter"

"Oh, Brians here but Gracie is with her uncle"

"Thank you for calling her Grace darling" he nodded gazing into memorys. "You're grandmother will be proud"

"I'll go get him" I brushed off the emotions and fetched Brain.

"Come in here boy," he called. Brian walked through with his hands burried in his pockets. "Ah," he readjusted his glasses and raised his eyebrows. "Handsome fella"

"Thank you" he laughed. "How are you feeling?"

"Ah, never mind me! It'll all be over soon!"

"Pop," I tutted.

"Anyway, Brian!! Are you a good father to my great grandaughter? Are you a good husband?"

"Yes, I try my best sir" he nodded.

"That's what I like to hear" Grandad broke into coughs again, this time he didn't have time for a hankie. "Deary me"

"You want some water?" Bri asked.

"Whiskey!! Maybe we can have a drink before I go, boy"

"Yeah, maybe" Brian smiled.

I had a perfect relationship with my grandfather, he always approved of me. And, while I thought that I would be sad when he died, I didn't think it would be that big of an event in my life. But right now, together at the hospital, knowing I'd have to say my goodbyes soon - I can't even begin to explain the feeling. It was like all of a sudden I realized that he was going to die, and that was only a few hours or weeks away, and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it.
What was I gonna do without the constant support, and knowing of him being there for me?

Times like this worried me. How was I going to cope. Really? I can see it now. Zack will be my only savior.

Notes

Alright. I forgot Rens dads name, so I had to make another haha -.- meet Andrew lol

I don't want this to all be about Rens grandad, because I'd hate to upset people and stuff. It's about Zacky!!

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