1 Leaving with a light heart
It had been barely 15 minutes since the nurse had left my room and since then I hadn't stopped staring with anticipation and sadness at the parking lot of the hospital through the window to the left of my bed.
I had sworn to myself that during this day I would only devote my time to positive thoughts, but at that very moment I couldn't help but wonder with a heavy heart how my father would feel if he was still alive and saw how skinny, pale and above all how freaking bald I had become...
Wait! Pale, thin and bald! Why is it only now that I have the genius idea of cosplaying as Lord Voldemort to go terrorize the kids in pediatrics?!
One more regret I said to myself with a sigh, but I digress...
Ah, my father, this hero, knowing him I should have anticipated that when he would know what I had and that he couldn't afford to pay for my treatment, he would make dramatic decisions, one of the things that characterizes a hero is his sense of sacrifice after all...
If I knew what he was going to do I would have killed myself before he had a chance to do it.
I still can't believe that with his life insurance money in the equation he thought he could make me believe in a natural death; I understand that he didn't want me to feel guilty but dying of a heart attack a week after hearing the bad news was way too big of a coincidence for me to be stupid enough to think that it was one...
What would I give for him to have at least left me a farewell letter? A lot.
What would I give for him not to have done what he had done for me? Everything since I'm a lot cause.
That's what was hurting me the most about my father's sacrifice; it served no purpose except to delay the deadline and make me suffer needlessly.
The treatment was useful to save me time, indeed, but not to cure me, for that I needed an organ donor and since my disease manifests itself mostly in young children and that they have priority over transplants, I was at the bottom of the list, hence my desire to give nightmares to kids in pediatrics...
Well, that and the fact that I'm suppecting that it was one of those fuckers who stole my applesauce during my lunch two weeks ago.
Yeah, living in a hospital is so boring that I care about these things now.
Anyway, it's too late to carry out the Voldemort plan now, I barely have the strength to stand up let alone walk and today I had already planned to end our legendary rivalry since it's the day I chose to die.
*BUZZ*
*BUZZ*
My butt and my phone just under it started buzzing together and to avoid any misunderstanding, it's not a fetish, I'm hiding it here because the nurses and doctors don't want me to use it in the room to avoid disturbing the machines around...
Anyway, ignoring the pain in all my muscles, I started to wriggle like a trout out of the water so that my left arm, which unlike my right arm didn't have an IV to hinder it, could reach my phone and by the time I managed to reach it and pull it out from under my bony ass the buzzing stopped...
Knowing in advance who was going to call me, I wasn't surprised to see the name that appeared right next to the missed call notification and I immediately selected the icon to call him back before putting my phone against my left ear.
*BIP*
My apprehension was great because I knew it was the last time I would talk to my best friend.
*BIP*
All things considered, with all that he had done for me since he knew of my illness, for me he was more of a brother rather than a friend.
*BIP*
When I realized how little my chances of surviving were, I made a list of things I wanted to do before dying and I suggested him to do everything together...
Given the dubious content of the list, I thought he would refuse some or all of it, but that champ said 'I'm in' without even batting an eye, which was the spark that led to the best/weirdest weekend of my life.
*BIP*
We couldn't look into each other's eyes for a long time after that but it was worth it...
*KATCHA*
"Hey... Harry." An uneasy voice told me on the other end of the line, "How are you do... No, wrong question."
Just by his intonation I knew he was sad and uncomfortable and I wasn't expecting something else from him, since he was aware of my plans and subsequently aware that it was the last time he was hearing my voice it was obvious that he wasn't going to enjoy that moment...
Not wanting him to be any more embarrassed than he already was, and myself not liking lengthy farewells, I wanted to get to the point very quickly, "Has she arrived?" I asked him in an urgent voice.
He must have been shocked by the lack of warmth in our interaction because there was a silence before he started talking to me again, "Look at the parking lot." He answered me promptly...
While I was doing as he told me, he added something, "Harry, do you really want it to end like this?"
'Oh fuck me! He's doing it, right?' I thought while rolling my eyes.
If there was a time I didn't need a lesson in morality, it was now, "Lucas, are you serious? I'm the one who's gonna die and you're the one chickening out. You better grow a bigger pair of balls when I'm dead." I joked to defuse my friend's reluctance.
"Stop the act man, seriously, do you really want to die like this?" He asked me one more time as if he knew better than me what I wanted.
"I could leave with a light heart after settling my accounts with her." I answered him with more seriousness and without hesitating for a second, while I could see in the distance the silhouette of the object of my sentence getting out of a convertible.
I heard Lucas sigh, "Okay, it's your life after all." He said to me with his voice becoming shaky.
I knew when a situation was about to get needlessly emotional so I initiated my tactical retreat, "A rich man says what?" I asked him all of a sudden.
"What?" He responded by reflex.
"Ha ha ha ha ha. What a retard!" I burst out laughing loudly before hanging up and throwing my phone out of the window.
Now that Lucas couldn't hear me anymore my laughter died down and I let melancholy take over, 'Enjoy my inheritance my friend.'
