An last favor

I was awoken by the maid. Yes. An maid. My family is so rich, we have maids and all the typical rich people stuff. I get up and walked into my bathroom. I take a shower and afterwards i look at myself in the mirror. I ruffle my hands through my hair and get dressed. I was already very nervous, so i decided against breakfast. Without saying anything, I left the house and got into my car. I went to the hospital. With a feeling of dread, I walked into the private hospital. Only rich or chronically ill people are sent here. Because i have been here before, I know where to go. I report at the right receptionist and wait in the waiting room. I sit with my hands folded and between my knees. I really hope the result will be nothing. My oncologist calls me; " Mr. Dyrera?" "Yes" I said and stood up. As I'm walking towards his office, I could feel my phone ring. I had already put it on silent before entering the hospital. So i let it go to voicemail. I take an seat and my oncologist, whom i know as Dr. Weurt stares at me. Oncologist Dr. Weurt; "this is the part i hate about my job. *sighs* You have cancer." My mouth falls open and it doesn't register what he just said. "Mr Dyrera ... no, Jack.." The doctor takes his glasses off and repeats "you have cancer. It has spread so far there is little we can do. I'm so sorry, Jack." So many thoughts in my head, but there is nothing i can say. After an while i say; "what are my options?" "We could try chemo first and see how your body takes that. usually we would operate first and handle the smaller areas with chemo." Dr. Weurt falls silent. "It has spread to most of your organs and it will only be an matter of time before your organs start failing. It would buy you 3 to 5 months." I slump back into the chair and look down to my feet. I rub my hands over my face and leave my face in my hands for an while. Afterward i look up to the doctor feeling lost. "So it just comes down to when i will die?" "NO Jack!" the doctor gets up frustrated. "You can fight this. You are young and strong, I have had an patient recover from worse. So i believe you can too!" He walks around his desk and lays his hand on my shoulder. "Please do not give up!" "So i have an change?" "Yes you do! I know this a lot to take in, so we'll meet in 3 days to talk treatment and please bring an relative with you." "I'll try" I walk out of the office and take an seat again in the lobby. I put in my airpods and let the music play. As the music plays, the weight of it all hits me. It hits hard. I pull up my knees and put my forehead on my knees. I cry. Hard and loud. Right now i do not care whom sees me like this. All i want right now is .... Suddenly an hand is on my shoulder and feel an body slightly lean against me. Without looking i grab this person and cry into their torso. I stay like that for an good 10 minutes and they just hold me. I finally let go. I wipe my eyes dry and look to see whom this person is. It was the nurse i got to know whom worked here. He's called Kyler. He was the guy whom i often spoke to about, well, everything. He became an very good friend to me whom i really trust with all my secrets. He takes an seat next to me. "So i take it, it was bad news?" " Understatement of the year" "Talk to me" "I have cancer and it has spread to .... well everywhere." "o god Jack" He just grab my shoulder and pulls my into him and hugs me again. "What did the doc say?" "He said i should not give up and keep fighting" "And treatment wise?" "We are talking about that in 3 days. He told me to bring an relative." "You still haven't told them? It is your health, surely the will make time for that?" "It's just hard with all their attention and time going ether work or my twin sister. Don't get me wrong, it's not like they do that on purpuse. It's just that ... I don't come to their minds" saying the last part softly. "you should really talk to one of them." "I will and thanks." I painly smile at him and he knows how much this all meant to me. He smiles brightly and says "always for you." I walk out of the hospital and go home. I enter the house and notice right away my mom, dad and sister are still gone. Not that i felt like talking to them. I go to my room with the intention to go to bed, but as i enter my room i see my best friend in there. I quickly fake an happy mood and try to hide my true feelings. He starts; "i called you" "sorry i had to drive someone home" "bro you are such an manwhore" "you are just jealous i'm getting some" "I'm not jealous of you getting all that d**k" I laughed at him and say; "so what did you want?"