“You’ve been awfully nice and mysterious today, darling,” she said as she licked from bottom to top her blackberry ice cream. “Is everything alright?”
“Actually… no,” he said as he sighed and put in the key to unlock the door. The front of the house never seemed so lonely and cold. He was sweating rubber bullets and his hands were shaking like a saltshaker. “There’s something I gotta tell you… don’t talk… please.”
“What is up, friend-lover-husband-man?”
“Just as I had feared, just as we suspected… I have cancer and… it’s terminal…”
“Oh… oh… my god…” she trembled and dropped her ice cream along with herself.
“Oh, no!” he said.
He put his arms around her sweet, rhomboid-shaped body and carried her all the way to the third floor. He coughed all the way to the stairs, he coughed all the way as he dragged her through the stairs, and he coughed all the way in the bathroom because he really needed to go and it could not wait. He let her just outside the door so he could check on her. Her body moved like a recently caught fish that was dead even when he put her in bed, sweating and gasping and bleeding from the lungs.
Three hours passed and she was still in bed. He was beginning to get worried because she did not seem to get much better. He put a baby monitor next to her and took the other one to the kitchen where he decided to work on some hot soup for her, his poor little, beautiful creature. It took him longer than usual because he kept on spitting blood all over the food and needed to wash it over and over again. Once it was all done, he slowly and painfully dragged it all upstairs to where she lay, now awake and weak.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” he said as his hands put the shaking tray on a small table.
“How do you think I feel? My husband has cancer, the pain is almost unbearable, I rather just die now… I cannot take it! Nothing can save me now!”
“Hey, everything is going to be… agh…” he began coughing and coughing for ten straight minutes before he finally had enough air and energy to continue. “…everything’s going to be okay. You will be free… we’ll figure out what to do…”
“Oh shut up!” she said with tears in her eyes as he tried to dry them with in between coughing fits. “It’s easy for you to say. Your spouse doesn’t have cancer. You don’t have to worry about me. You insensitive prick… I… I cannot do this like this. This is truly the end.”
“Here, have some hot soup. It will make the pain less unbearable,” he said and fed her, rather badly, because his hands kept on shaking and his vision kept getting dimmer and dimmer. “You will figure out a way to get through with this and if you don’t… it will be over before you know it. It won’t be easy. But there you go.”
“You are so wonderful to me. I’m sorry. I better not go to work tomorrow or any time this week or this month. I feel rather weakened by all of this. I am very stressed by the news, as you might imagine. My body can’t take this. You’ll let them know, right?” she said and plummeted herself to the bed making all of the food jumped all over the place and stain everything including himself. She was asleep immediately.
“Don’t worry… argh… argh… argh… I’ll take care of everything for you” he said with a cute smile, and then he stumbled to the floor holding his chest, panting, and crying out for the pain his wife was in was so unfair. What a world!, he thought in between brain spasms, what a cruel world!