That Was on Purpose ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Tessa's POV--

We sat in the waiting room for hours. Hours. Hours. I started to cry, my head resting on Andy's shoulder. He didn't seem worried. The doctor's came in after a long while. I practically sprinted at them.
They say he'd gotten cholera; a disease in which one eats uncooked or unsafe food and immidiately becomes strongly affected, the bacteria clinging to a part of the stomach especially vulnerable. I sighed a breathe of relief until they asked us to please come into the office.

--Andy's POV--

We both sat down in the office, slightly shaky and confused. Tessa was especially nervous, but I was okay. I'm sure they just were asking about bills or something. The doctor sighed and began to speak. "The cholera virus generally goes unnoticed until stage 4. However, your son's has proceeded to stage 5 and has begun to...eat through the stomach." Tessa gasped slightly next to me and hugged onto my arm. I furrowed my brow and petted her arm, trying to calm her. Eat through the stomach? I watched attentively as he hesitated to continue, a pained expression on his face. "Survival is...Survival at this point is..." He didn't finish. Tessa paused for a moment, looking up at him. "You-You don't mean...You don't mean he could..." She began. I could hear the tears rising in her throat. Does he really mean this? Is this all some big joke? Colin, the very thing Tess and I fought for all tour, could be...he could be gone from our lives just like that. The beautiful, intelligent little boy I raised. His cheery smile, just a sad framed memory. Tessa let out a sob and buried her face in my loose shirt. I was still analyzing, it hadn't quite sunk in yet. "We're doing everything possible." The doctor said grimly. Suddenly I grabbed onto Tessa tightly and pulled her close, burying my face in her hair and rocking her slightly, shaking but holding my tears. This is not how it's going to end, thing's will never be this way. What do I do? Is this real? Tessa let out another sob and I held her tighter, a feeling of death in my gut. "My baby..." She whimpered, her voice high and ghostly. "My baby..."

Notes

I know.

I'm sorry.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.