Yohan's Diary [BL] 4

The door has barely closed behind the lawyer when my phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a call.

???

Mr. Victor?

The voice on the other end is urgent, low.

???

You need to come to the hospital. It’s important.

My grip tightens.

Yohan Victor

Alright

I say without asking for details. Somehow, I already know I can’t ignore it.

I grab my coat, but before I can step out, another buzz—this time a message.

Stop throwing tantrums and take the 50 million. —Matthew.

I stare at the screen. My lips twitch, not in amusement, but in something dangerously close to bitter laughter.

So that’s how he sees it. My refusal isn’t about pride or heartbreak—it’s just me being difficult.

And the money? His way of scrubbing his guilt clean, as if betrayal can be paid for like a business debt.

I almost type something back. But why waste my words on a man who’s already decided who I am in his head?

I slip the phone into my pocket and walk out. The hospital is waiting. And somehow, I know whatever’s waiting for me there will matter far more than Matthew Kingston’s guilt money.

HOSPITAL

I sit across from the doctor, watching his lips move before I even hear the words.

Dr. Edward Dantes

Mr. Victor, you need to start treatment immediately.

Yohan Victor

What exactly are we treating?

I force my voice to stay steady.

His eyes flicker with something I know too well—pity.

Dr. Edward Dantes

It’s cancer. Aggressive. We… we can’t cure it.

My heart doesn’t even speed up. I already knew. My body told me long before this room did. The fatigue. The pain I pretended was nothing. The way food turned to ash in my mouth.

Dr. Edward Dantes

It’s… spreading fast, The cancer cells are attacking your organs.

I close my eyes for a moment.

Yohan Victor

How long?

Yohan Victor

How long do I still have?

My voice is barely above a whisper.

Dr. Edward Dantes

At most… six months. At least… three.

His answer is quiet, but it still hits like a punch.

My teeth sink into my lower lip until I taste iron. The air in the room feels heavier. My chest feels like it’s filling with stones.

I want to laugh at the cruelty of it. My marriage is ending, my life is ending, and somehow the world outside is still moving like nothing’s wrong.

Dr. Edward Dantes

I’ll give you some space.

Then he leaves, closing the door softly behind him.

The second it clicks shut, the dam breaks. My head drops into my hands, and the first sob rips out of me before I can stop it. My shoulders shake, my breath comes in shuddering gasps, and I press my palms to my face like I can hide from the truth.

It’s not just the fear of dying—it’s the unfairness of it. That after everything… this is all I get.

Alone. Sick. And running out of time.

TBC