Blood Soaked Black Rose
Cancer
The Next Day:
Eddie’s POV
Zakky was laying against me and I stroked his are at the hospital. They had taken some blood work and came back asking if we could come to this room to wait. Zakky had been sobbing since yesterday. Krystal was so scared. I had to go back and forth between consoling my kids and my husband. Kyler staying with us didn’t make sense to me. He stared at nothing ever since Zakky told him he was going to the hospital because he was sick. I knew that Zakky and Kyler were each other’s rocks. I knew that neither could survive without the other. I had to make sure to get Ky his meds. It was hell. I knew this was Zakky’s life. I loved him so much more.
The doctor came in and smiled at us. I could see the discomfort he felt. He was an old doctor. Around sixty-ish. The same age as my parents so it was only understandable that he was a homophobe. I appreciated that he wasn’t mean though. Wait…couldn’t that just mean that something horrible was wrong.
“Zakky’s asleep. So can you just tell me?”
“Uh, yeah. You’re husband…uh…lover…uh….partner?”
“Husband, please.” I said.
“Husband’s lab came back. The results are not very good. There’s good and bad news.”
“What is it?” I said just wanting him to get to the point. Zakky shifted so that his hand fell inches from my crotch.
“He has leukemia. The good news is he has one of the forms we can cure. Yes, it’s not one of the easy ones, but still. We’ve gathered it’s in the late stages of the early stage. Meaning that any later, it would be virtually impossible to get this under control. We’ve found that it was caused by his bulimia as a teen and young adulthood. Malnutrition is not good. You know this.”
“He was also anorexic.” I said hoping that I would help.
“Bulimia is not what most people think of. It’s not just binge and purge, it’s also sometimes refusing to eat.”
“Oh…um…so what do we have to do?”
“Wake him up.” I kissed his cheek and whispered for him to wake up. He sat up and looked around confused then leaned against me.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Leukemia.” I whispered. He shook his head.
“Eddie…I…I can’t have cancer. What about, what about the kids?”
“Calm down sweetie.” I said. “They can cure you.”
“Yes Mr. Carson. Medical science is so advanced that we can perform so many miracles. About a years worth of intensive chemo should zap it. Now the side affects are that you will be tired, nausea. Your hair will fall out, but at least you can get rid of this cancer. Chemo can cause a lot of pain, but that shouldn’t be a problem since I don’t think it would hurt as much as sodomy.” The first derogatory comment about our being gay directed at a now cancer patient. The ass. I hoped he got raped by some guy that had spikes on his dick.
“Shut up.” I told him. Zakky cried silently into my shoulder. I hugged him tightly. “Just stop.”
“First treatment is Monday.” He said as we left.
The car ride was awful. Zakky alternated between sobs and staring silently out the window as silent tears escaped his dark eyes. “Eddie? Can we go see your parents?”
“Yeah babe.” I kissed his hand that I was holding and changed directions to go to my old house. I knew that Zakky’s parents still lived there on that street. The fuckers planned their fake death. I hated how they used they’re money to cause so much pain to their sons. They didn’t want to do it to Kyler, but they couldn’t get away from Zakky without Kyler too. Tera still knew, but never told the two. She was too good. I pulled up at my parents’ house. Zakky slowly followed me.
“Hey sweeties. How are you doing?” Mom said as we came in. Zakky started sobbing into my chest again.
“Zakky has leukemia.” I said hugging him tightly. All this time I’d held the tears. I couldn’t help it now. I couldn’t be the strong one. I couldn’t hide the feminine side of me anymore. I let the tears fall. My parents were shocked.
“Oh my gosh. Is there something we can do?”
“No.” I whispered. I remember how Zakky had always wanted to tell his parents off. He used to talk about it a lot after they “died.”
“Can we go?” Zakky said. I nodded and we left my stunned parents.
"Babe, do you want anything?”
“I want my mom. I want her now.” He said shaking. He always said that when he got to a point where he was on the verge of his suicidal moments.
“What if you could?”
“She’s dead Eddie. Besides…she wouldn’t care. She’s say that I deserved that and I should have AIDS and every other thing on the face of the planet. They always told me I should have AIDS. Always.”
“She’s not dead. They framed their death.” Zakky bit his lip.
“Really?” I pointed to where his parents had just walked in front of my car. He stared.
“You want to talk to her?” He nodded. I got out and ran over to them. “Dr. Carson? Mrs. Carson?” They turned.
“Oh, hello Eddie. How are you honey?” Mrs. Carson smiled.
“Um…I’m good. Look, it’s over. Zakky saw you. He’s in the car. He’s sobbing. He has cancer. We just found out. Whether you two like it or not, we need your help. He wants you there Mrs. Carson. You want to meet your grandchildren ever? Kryssi, Emery and Aubren? They’re adorable kids.” I stopped talking and just stood there holding my breath.
“Um…okay. Can we follow you?” His dad asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded. I went back to the car. “They’re coming babe.” I kissed him and he smiled.
Eddie’s POV
Zakky was laying against me and I stroked his are at the hospital. They had taken some blood work and came back asking if we could come to this room to wait. Zakky had been sobbing since yesterday. Krystal was so scared. I had to go back and forth between consoling my kids and my husband. Kyler staying with us didn’t make sense to me. He stared at nothing ever since Zakky told him he was going to the hospital because he was sick. I knew that Zakky and Kyler were each other’s rocks. I knew that neither could survive without the other. I had to make sure to get Ky his meds. It was hell. I knew this was Zakky’s life. I loved him so much more.
The doctor came in and smiled at us. I could see the discomfort he felt. He was an old doctor. Around sixty-ish. The same age as my parents so it was only understandable that he was a homophobe. I appreciated that he wasn’t mean though. Wait…couldn’t that just mean that something horrible was wrong.
“Zakky’s asleep. So can you just tell me?”
“Uh, yeah. You’re husband…uh…lover…uh….partner?”
“Husband, please.” I said.
“Husband’s lab came back. The results are not very good. There’s good and bad news.”
“What is it?” I said just wanting him to get to the point. Zakky shifted so that his hand fell inches from my crotch.
“He has leukemia. The good news is he has one of the forms we can cure. Yes, it’s not one of the easy ones, but still. We’ve gathered it’s in the late stages of the early stage. Meaning that any later, it would be virtually impossible to get this under control. We’ve found that it was caused by his bulimia as a teen and young adulthood. Malnutrition is not good. You know this.”
“He was also anorexic.” I said hoping that I would help.
“Bulimia is not what most people think of. It’s not just binge and purge, it’s also sometimes refusing to eat.”
“Oh…um…so what do we have to do?”
“Wake him up.” I kissed his cheek and whispered for him to wake up. He sat up and looked around confused then leaned against me.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Leukemia.” I whispered. He shook his head.
“Eddie…I…I can’t have cancer. What about, what about the kids?”
“Calm down sweetie.” I said. “They can cure you.”
“Yes Mr. Carson. Medical science is so advanced that we can perform so many miracles. About a years worth of intensive chemo should zap it. Now the side affects are that you will be tired, nausea. Your hair will fall out, but at least you can get rid of this cancer. Chemo can cause a lot of pain, but that shouldn’t be a problem since I don’t think it would hurt as much as sodomy.” The first derogatory comment about our being gay directed at a now cancer patient. The ass. I hoped he got raped by some guy that had spikes on his dick.
“Shut up.” I told him. Zakky cried silently into my shoulder. I hugged him tightly. “Just stop.”
“First treatment is Monday.” He said as we left.
The car ride was awful. Zakky alternated between sobs and staring silently out the window as silent tears escaped his dark eyes. “Eddie? Can we go see your parents?”
“Yeah babe.” I kissed his hand that I was holding and changed directions to go to my old house. I knew that Zakky’s parents still lived there on that street. The fuckers planned their fake death. I hated how they used they’re money to cause so much pain to their sons. They didn’t want to do it to Kyler, but they couldn’t get away from Zakky without Kyler too. Tera still knew, but never told the two. She was too good. I pulled up at my parents’ house. Zakky slowly followed me.
“Hey sweeties. How are you doing?” Mom said as we came in. Zakky started sobbing into my chest again.
“Zakky has leukemia.” I said hugging him tightly. All this time I’d held the tears. I couldn’t help it now. I couldn’t be the strong one. I couldn’t hide the feminine side of me anymore. I let the tears fall. My parents were shocked.
“Oh my gosh. Is there something we can do?”
“No.” I whispered. I remember how Zakky had always wanted to tell his parents off. He used to talk about it a lot after they “died.”
“Can we go?” Zakky said. I nodded and we left my stunned parents.
"Babe, do you want anything?”
“I want my mom. I want her now.” He said shaking. He always said that when he got to a point where he was on the verge of his suicidal moments.
“What if you could?”
“She’s dead Eddie. Besides…she wouldn’t care. She’s say that I deserved that and I should have AIDS and every other thing on the face of the planet. They always told me I should have AIDS. Always.”
“She’s not dead. They framed their death.” Zakky bit his lip.
“Really?” I pointed to where his parents had just walked in front of my car. He stared.
“You want to talk to her?” He nodded. I got out and ran over to them. “Dr. Carson? Mrs. Carson?” They turned.
“Oh, hello Eddie. How are you honey?” Mrs. Carson smiled.
“Um…I’m good. Look, it’s over. Zakky saw you. He’s in the car. He’s sobbing. He has cancer. We just found out. Whether you two like it or not, we need your help. He wants you there Mrs. Carson. You want to meet your grandchildren ever? Kryssi, Emery and Aubren? They’re adorable kids.” I stopped talking and just stood there holding my breath.
“Um…okay. Can we follow you?” His dad asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded. I went back to the car. “They’re coming babe.” I kissed him and he smiled.