you woke up in the middle of the night, you've been sick for a while. You're scared. It's getting worse. Matt sits there, holding your hand as you throw up everything in your stomach. Matt has been there with you the whole time. It started with a sore throat, a cough. And everything just got worse.

Once you finished throwing up, matt sat you at the edge of the bed, putting your shoes on. You didn't have the energy to question it. You figured he was going to bring you to the hospital. You were right. There you were, sitting in a hospital bed two day later. They had done many tests and you had cancer. Matt sat next to you the whole time. You were on a bunch of medicine, and you were done with one round of chemotherapy. The cancer was going away, but you were still struggling. Matt was holding your hand and looking at you, talking to you and trying to distract you.

"Once we get out of here, what should we do, hun?"