Chapter 45 - I'm only human

   Insanity                   Stupid woman!                                 Insanity                                                                                 Insanity
Psychotic                                                                                    Psychotic         Did you hear about what she        Psychotic
Madness                           She's crazy!                                Madness          did to her husband's brother?       Madness
      Deceit                                                                                      Deceit                                                                                    Deceit

And the list goes on and on, no matter who, no matter their social or mental statues, everyone here had something to say about you. You'd been in this mental ward for over three weeks now and everyday is the same, you stay in your room sitting on your bed all alone watching life out the window; you were once that free. Turns out Matthew did confess to what you did and that mixed with poor Feliciano's experience it was obvious that something was wrong, hence Romano imminently booked you into the nearest mental help centre ASAP. Due to no one still not knowing about your kidney cancer and you being locked away from society, you haven't been able to receive the medication and treatment for it in almost a month; the pain was becoming too obvious for you, but your trying not to draw any attention.

*knock, knock* 

You: focusing on the window
Enter.

Nurse (Millie): opening up the door and pushing in a food trolly
Afternoon Mrs Vargas, are you ready for lunch.
It's a choice of either lamb cutlets with snow-peas, spinach and apple source or Shepard's pie with a garden salad.

You turned around to face the nurse with pinned back curly black hair, grey eyes and rosy cheeks that have the same pigment on her lips. The girl seemed a little younger than you, roughly in her early twenties; she was your favour nurse here and only friend, she was so calming to be around.

You: monotone
I'm not hungry Millie.

Nurse (Millie): pulling the trolly out
I'll come back a little bit later then.

The door slowly closed and your room was just as solitary and dark as always, leaving you stranded in your own thoughts. You turned back around and focused back on the window, your only reminder of the real world; of your old life, of friends, family... Orlando. The whole time you were here you didn't have a desire to go back home, this seemed like a place to think, to reflect on all the dumb things you did; however it also caused for your body to decay. It was time..

You: getting off your bed and walking over towards the door
Millie! Millie come here!

Within seconds you heard footsteps echoing down the hallway, then the door opened; Millie looked up at you with curiosity.

Nurse (Millie): holding her hands behind her back
Yes, you called?

You: looking her dead in the eyes
I have kidney cancer.

Her mouth gaped open and a bottle of piles fell out of her hands behind her back and landed on the floor, you watched as the bottle rolled over and the name tag 'Baxter' was displayed. Then you glanced up at Millie and saw tears pouring out of her grey eyes.

You: wiping away her tears
It's okay Millie, your the first person I've told and I've been fighting it for months now, but I think my time is running out. Let me go back home and be with my family, if I die tomorrow then I rather die around my family than here.

That only seemed to trigger more tears, maybe not the best way to word things, a little too dramatic possibly. Next time when your delivering such important news, let's not make it as blunt and try to easy up the load for the receiver.

...

You've been back home for about a week now and everyone knows about your cancer, plus your anorexic appearance and lack of strength really proves just how ill you are.

You slowly shuffled your way into the living room and noticed how peacefully Gatoúla was sleeping on the coffee table, so you decided to attempt to pick him up. The shift in your body weight and position clearly proved to be too much for your knees and they buckled, causing you to fall over backwards land on the hard floor. It took you a moment to realise what had just happened, but the pain was present and made it difficult to get up.

You: lying on your back and screaming in utter pain
Help! Aiuto! (Help)

Just as if it was on cue Romano bolted down the staircase and swooped you up into his arms, while kneeling on the floor. Any fool could translate the look his eyes were giving, just a few months ago you were a healthy woman in her prime and now you resemble something worse than a ninety year old elderly woman on her deathbed.

Romano: showering your face in kisses
Mia bella (my beautiful)~do you a~need more a~m--

You cut him off as you rubbed one of his eyebrows with your thumb. If it's true that someone can sense when they are facing their final moments, this was the that feeling. Does that also mean wisdom is most abundant during the process of death beginning to set in?

You looked at your hand as you swiped it through Romano's hair, veins bursting out of your pale sunken skin; your eyes lazily glimmered up at Romano.

You: talking weakly
I'm sorry...

Romano: confused
Don't a~be a. I a~should of a~knew something a~was a~wrong a~long a~time ago a!

You: sighing with pain in your chest
I'd ask you kill me, but that would be too much of a selfish request to ask; I can't let you be haunted by the fact you killed someone.

Romano eyes began to water up, he was taken back by what you asked; asking to be killed is not a normal request. Now he is angry; he hates listening to you be in this condition, but listening to you talk like this is utterly horrifying and disgusting.

You: wiping tears from his eyes
I regret a lot of things; do you know that Romano?

His eyes widened, but anger was still very much clear on his face.

You: closing your eyes to think
I regret that time all those years ago when I pulled on your curl and was afraid of you.
I regret when I thought you had cheated on me.
I regret not talking to you when every we fought.
I regret running away; so many times.
I regret not telling you about the cancer earlier.
I regret everything I did to Matthew and Feliciano.
I reg--

Romano cut you off as he shock your body to snap you out off saying all that.

Romano: yelling at you
DON'T A~TALK LIKE A~THAT A!

You: softly smiling
Romano let me confess what I have done wrong, so I can die with a smile on my face.

Romano: grinding his teeth
YOUR A~NOT GOING TO A~DIE A!

You: smirking
Of course I am Roma, I'm only human.

Romano: raging while still holding you
SHUT UP A! I A~WILL NOT A~LET YOU A~DIE A!

You were about to open up your mouth to reason with him, but he swung his arm up and across your face. You felt a sudden numbness and it was lights out. Your body went limp in Romano's arms and your head dangled down from his grip, a soft smile being left behind.

Romano: trying to shake you
Bella!?! Bella!?! This isn't a~funny a!

His heart began to race and he snatched at your wrist, searching for a pulse. A gasp escaped his mouth and he looked at your face, your (e/c) eyes were fogged over; not a single sign of life. You had died from a fatal blow to the head from a slap that wasn't meant to kill, just snap you back into reality; at least you got to die where you wanted to, finished what you wanted to say and had a smile on your face. Romano began to hyperventilate, but the sound of another voice caught him off guard. Romano whipped his head around while your body still rested in his arms; there stood Orlando pale faced and motionless, almost like he witnessed a murder.

Orlando: running out of the kitchen and out the front door
Assassino! (Murderer)

Romano's widened dirty green eyes spilled over with tears as he came to the realisation of what he had just did, now his son sees him as nothing more that a cold hearted killer.

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This story is almost done, like literally only one or maybe two chapters left.
Sorry I killed you off, I know that there has been many deaths and all, but that's the story line, it did say in the tags that it's meant to be sad.

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly

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