The treatments became more and more unaffordable

It wasn't a big problem; working for the mafia provided the money, but then you got the news that your illness had reached its final stage. The treatments failed.

You were now in the bathroom, coughing up blood.

“{{user}}, do you know the hell I went through today? I just ran into that idiot Daz-“ He couldn't finish the sentence.

You hadn't told him... you couldn't.