Tomorrow [H.S. || A.U.]

Chapter 54

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

It's day three of Gramps being in the ICU.

Every time I leave the room, I tell him to not do anything stupid while I'm gone and to be here when I get back.

I feel like I am living in a constant state of fear and that he will slip through my fingers at any moment. But he always keeps his promise on being there when I return.

These past three days have been hard ones.

First of all, I absolutely hate that the ICU has visiting hours.

Gramps is dying and I want to spend as much time as possible with him. And the nurses and doctors have the audacity to tell me I have limited time of the already limited time I have with him?

Every night when Venus and I leave the hospital to go back to the apartment, it doesn't feel right.

When I look around my home, I see traces of Gramps everywhere I look. I see his shoes, his blanket on his recliner, his poker table against the wall. I see him all around, but he isn't here. He is ten minutes away, laying in the ICU alone, because of dumb ass visiting hours.

Another thing that has been happening, is that my mum told me that Venus called her and that she is coming to visit and help out. Her, my father, my sister, and my sister's fiancé are set to arrive in Boston tomorrow.

I haven't had time to even think about the extra stress of them coming.

I assume that the four of them are going to get a hotel, since the apartment doesn't have space for six people to sleep in. But I don't actually know what they're doing. I don't have the energy to think about it or care.

I also haven't even thought about the fact that they are going to meet Venus for the first time.

But, frankly, I don't have anything to worry about.

Venus is amazing and it would be impossible for them not to love her.

And even if they somehow didn't like her, I wouldn't give a flying fuck. I'm going to marry Venus one day, regardless of what their opinions are.

The overarching thing that has been going on these past few days though, is that Gramps isn't getting better.

I don't know how to feel.

The doctors said he maybe has a few days left.

His organs are slowly starting to fail and the whole thing is just breaking my heart.

The oncologist said he could have three years with us if he did the chemo. He said he could have three months with us if he didn't do the chemo. Well, he did the chemo, and it hasn't even been a week and he's fucking dying.