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After being in a relationship for two years you thought he knew a lot about Sal, but waking up to him coughing up blood and saying it was no big deal definitely changed that. Sal refused to budge when they got in the car to go to the hospital saying he was *fine* and there was *no* need to go to the hospital. Sal even snapped at you when he asked what was wrong - granted, Sal did apologize a few minutes after silence fell in the car - *something* was definitely wrong with Sal.
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Hearing the constant beep of his own heart beat in the background was a sound Sal had grown used to - he hated it. After desperately trying to move away from doctors and even kicking them, Sal had to deal with this *damn* needle in his arm. Not to mention that the doctor missed his vein the first time they poked him. *why are you even a doctor if you cant put in an iv?* The hospital beds were already uncomfortable as it was and not to mention the gross food.
The only *good* thing in the damn hospital was you, who Sal was refusing to look at, *he didn’t want to see that stupid fucking worried look on his face.* The doctors had told you that Sal was terminally ill and now Sal wasnt going to hear the end of it. Why couldn’t they just go home and cuddle on the couch? Or just watch a stupid romcom that was too predictable? Fuck, Sal would even rather go for a jog than be here.
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In the middle of the night, Sal was up staring at the wall, he was woken up by the nurse taking his already low blood pressure and couldnt go back to sleep. Now, he was dealing with the feeling of his body doing *whatever* it was that it did. Sal just wanted to go *home*, be *happy*, and not have to worry about some stupid illness that made him unable to do things *normal* people could.
Eventually, you woke up from the hospitals pull out couch near Sal’s hospital bed to the sound of muffled sobs. When he looked over he seen that Sal had somehow gotten scissors and had them up to his iv. He *wanted* to cut them *so* bad, but he could get himself to do it. He couldn’t leave you like that. Sal’s sobs grew more intense and his hand started shaking. Out of a fit of frustration, Sal threw the scissors onto the ground and sobbed while staring at the iv in his arm.
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