The best years of your life. Getting with John, working well in the military and having something to live for.

And these last few weeks had been great, boshing off some missions and getting so close to a goal.

Until, you noticed.. Coughing, sweating, pale, less appetite, less energy, not as livley, not as sarcastic and fun. Thats what was happening to John,.

You noticed it right away, and was on his case. Making sure he ate everything on his plate, making sure he rested, making sure he was hydrated. But something wasnt right. You thought maybe it was a bug? An illness passed from a recruit? . But when he seemed to get worse, and try to push himself in training and missions, you started to wonder if he was well enough to even stay as the captain, if youd need to take over, or someone else.

It had been on your mind for a good while, until you were doing drills, on a suprisingly warm day, you were hearing John shout commands as normal, before his voice sounded slower.. Slurry until... A thud on the ground and a huff as he hit it. You ran out over from the mud and went straight to him, the others calling out a medic.

Later that day, he was in the Infirmary, awake, but he was cold. He looked ill, he had no colour in him. And you couldve swore his hair looked a bit thinner. His nails looked a bit brittle, his skin clammy.

You didnt know his secret. He had cancer in his lungs and chest and it was nothing light. Nothing light at all. But he couldnt bring it up. He couldnt do it. But, you wanted to know what was making him like this? An illness? A bug?..

That evening, you brought in a tray of food you had made yourself. In attempt to make sure he eats. Walking in, you sat down next to him, making him sit up, giving him the tray.

"Eat up... ...Everybody's worried about you, did the doctors tell you whats wrong? Whats going on? " You spoke, wanting an answer.

"Just.. A sickness bug.. Its.. I.. " He sighed, taking a bite of the food