When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a window, clad in blines and a short ruffle at the top. I blinked my eyes a few times letting my eyes adjust to the light. Where was I?

"Zack." I heard Kaylen say my name. I turned my head in the direction of her voice. I saw her sitting by me. I was in the hospital. I knew that now. I had IV's in my arms, and there were tubes all around me. I gave her a weak smile.

"Hey." I managed to get out. My mouth felt like the dessert.

"You are the only person I know that can turn an outpatient procedure into something bigger." she smiled. I looked at her with a hopefull look.

"I don't have to stay here, do I?" She smiled.

"No. You get to go home with me." Another weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I hated hospitals. I hated everything about them. The way the smelt, the paint on the walls, the beds. It creeped me out. The thought of just having to come for my treatments, made me sick to my stomach. I furrowed my brow and looked at her again.

"What happened anyway?" I wondered.

"You passed out on the table, while they were doing your treatment."

I smiled to myself, thinking of how weak that made me look. I was supposed to be the one that could handle anything and still come back for more. Not this time. It had me. I raised up and looked down at my body. I was already starting to feel weak. My limbs were heavy and I was unbelievably tired.

"When do we get to leave?" I asked. I didn't want to stay there any longer than I had to. It was tiring just being there.

"Anytime." she replied. "You just passed out; You didn't have a heart attack." she smiled. I threw the blankets back and tried to move my legs. The felt like they weighed five hundred pounds. She looked at me with a sorrowful look.

"Here. I'll help you." She walked around to the side that I was trying to get up on, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet.

I dropped my head. I knew that this was the first of many times that she would have to do that. It was supposed to be the other way around. I was supposed to take care of her.
I slowly made my way over to the chair, where my clothes were sitting. I mustered up the strength to pull my jeans on. I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head.

"I'm gonna go get a wheelchair for you." she spoke, from behind me.

"No. I can manage." I said, turning back to her. I could see the hurt in her eyes. "I can do it." I said. She nodded.

"I'll go let them know that you're doing good and that we're ready to leave." I nodded as I sat back down on the bed.

I hated this, and I knew that it was only gonna get worse. I couldn't think of a way to get rid of the pain that I had running through my body at that point. I sat there and stared out the window. I felt arms snake around my waist. I turned to see her face appear at my shoulder.

"You ok, Babe?" she asked. I gave a smile, that was fake as hell.

"I'll be ok." I lied. I knew I wasn't gonna be ok. I knew that once I got home that this cancer was going to eat my like a fat kid with a piece of cake, and It was gona love ever second of it. I wanted to die at that point. A nurse entered the room and walked over to the side of the bed that I was sitting on. I knew she was there to remove the IV. Sure enough, that's what she was there to do.

She carefully pulled the tape from my hand and arm, before compressing the puncture with a cotton swab and removing the small tube form my body. She secured the cotton swab with a band-aid.

"You're all set." she said. "I hope we won't have to see you in here until your next treatment."
I gave a weak smile. She had no idea. I wished that I wasn't here this time. Shit happens though. She left the room, closing the door behind her.

"You ready?" Kay asked me. I sighed.

"Yeah." I replied. It took everything I had to push myself up off the edge of the bed. She walked around and helped me stable myself enough to take that first step. I made my way around to the other side of the bed. I had to stop. It was taking everything I had to even move. I knew at that moment that there was no way that I was gona make it to the car on my own two feet. I sat down on the bed.

"Are you ok?" she asked me. I looked up at her, trying to hold back the tears.

"I-I can't do it." I stammered on my words. I hated myself for some reason. I knew that this was all my fault, somehow. Something that I had done had made me get cancer. I dropped my head, as she leaned down in front of me.

"Baby, It's ok." she said. "We can get you a wheelchair." I couldn't help but cry.

"I don't want a fucking wheelchair." I yelled. "I want to get up and walk out of that damn door myself, and I can't do that." My crying got worse. "I'm gona die. I'm gona die and leave you and I'm scared to death of that. When I said that I would love you and take care of you for the rest of my life I meant it. I just didn't think that it would be this fucking soon." she took me into her arms.

"Baby, You're not gonna die." she said. I knew that she didn't have a clue what was gonna happen and that she was just trying to make me feel better.

I took what she said to heart. She may not have known but neither did I. My mission was to beat this and have a wonderful long life with her. I couldn't let her down on the promise that I made her. At the time I thought that I was facing reality. That this was the end for me. It can't be. She needs me.

I dried my tears and looked at her. "I'm a big fucking baby." I said, with a small laugh. "I don't need to be this way."

"It's ok. You have every right to be upset and scared." she brushed a hand through my hair, before placing it on the side of my face. "I love you, no matter what." she said. "Sick or not. This is all part of what I signed up for, and I've enjoyed every minute of it so far." I gave her a weak smile and took her into my arms.

"I love you, too." I said, before I kissed her neck, taking in her scent. Nothing about that had changed. She had worn the same perfume, since I met her. This took me back and I broke myself from the memories that I was gonna miss.

I pulled away taking her face into my hands, then kissing her on the forehead. As I pulled away, she got up on her feet and headed toward the door, out into the hallway. She returned a few minutes later with a wheelchair.

"Your chariot sir." she spoke in a manly voice, causing me to laugh a bit.

I pulled myself to my feet, once again and got into the wheelchair. She leaned down and kissed my hair.

"Are you ready?" she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I reached up and put my hand on hers, gripping it tightly. I looked up at her.

"Yeah. Let's go home."

Notes

Thanks, guys for the comments. I'm so happy you enjoy it. I'll update more sooner than you may expect.
-Zack