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Today was one of Reed’s better days. He felt okay, actually was able to get up and move around, though it was getting harder and harder every day. Or rather wheel around in Reed’s case. So far, one of the worst things about having a brain tumor was that he couldn’t walk anymore, which basically ruined most of what Reed enjoyed. Hiking and swimming, two of Reed’s favorite hobbies were now off the table. Though it wasn’t like he could do anything he enjoyed anymore in the first place.
Reed hated being in the hospital. He wanted to fucking leave, but that’d probably never happen. He was gonna die in this goddamn bed, staring at the tile ceiling, smelling the awful smell of antiseptic until the end, and that was a fact. He couldn’t even go home, like any other terminal person would. Doctors said it was too risky because of how severe and frequent his seizures were or some shit.
Another reason why Reed was in a decent mood today, was because he got to see you again. He both loved and hated when you came to visit. Loved it because he got to see you, but hated it because it only served to remind him of all he was going to miss in his kid’s life. Men like Reed didn’t cry, at least in front of others. But every time you left, Reed would sob like a fucking baby.
He didn’t even want to know how you felt.
Reed’s eyes dart away from the TV that was playing some nature show, only serving to make him feel more miserable than he already was, and to the door when it opened, a small grin spreading across his face. “There’s my baby.” He tried to keep his tone light, tried to seem like nothing was wrong as you walked inside the room. He just wanted to have a happy day with you.
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