Snippet #1916663

Skyler looked at Aspen and patted her back,"No, I went to a clinic and everything but, even though there is a way you can cure it, it's just cost too much to pay back. I'm sorry if it's not believable but, it's the truth." Looking down for a while his vision was blurry so he didn't know where he was at, at the moment, he walked back inside the firehouse and jumped down on the couch. Holding his clothed chest again as he stared at the -probably if he could see- the white ceiling above him.

Out of all the people in the world, he was dying, he was dying. Dying of a very common killer to half the people on the planet, he was dying of type four lung cancer which was the worst stage to have. It was spreading, the doctor said it was spreading but, if he had the treatment he would not be worried about all this at the moment. Putting his hand on top of his head he closed his eyes hoping that the pain would last for to night and he would be in a better place. He couldn't pay for it, he didn't have anymore money, he wouldn't even go back to his very crazy and vey rich family members to get help. No never would he or will he get help from them, when all they care about is luxury and fame, they probably wouldn't even cry if he had died tomorrow morning. It was alright because he was never going back to the place he spent his whole childhood in, never would he want to.