The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You

I woke up the next morning to Mom making breakfast. I inhaled it and she again reiterated that I could stay home if I wanted. I felt like crap but I wanted to go so I had her drive me. I met up with Mikey, who said Frank was feeling sick and stayed home. I could barely stand and most of the day I needed needed Mikey to support me . Teachers gave me pitying looks letting me leave when I felt like vomiting, letting me sleep. I knew some of it was real, a few of my teachers were Cancer survivors and they just nodded tight lipped at me. Kids however, were ruthless, they had spread rumoiurs as to why I'd been gone for a week. A senior had asked me how much I costed and Mikey just told me he'd deal with it and walked me to class.
The same senior had apperently gotten beat up by someone named Ray Toro or something along the lines. I didn't know him but Mikey did. The rest of the day passed in a quick haze.
Mom drove me and Mikey home saying shed be back tomorrow morning to drive me to school and chemo after, she said what she had to do was extremely important.
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"Mikey, you know you don't have to do any of this" I muttered quietly as he patted my back as I sat leaning on the toilet. They said I was likely to vomit a lot, and here we were, I blamed it on Mikey making me eat lunch.
"Yes, I do" he replied "I don't stutter around you, I don't get sweaty palms, I can smile, I dont have any more scars" he whispered the last part "You make me feel normal" he concluded as I got overcome with another bout of nausea and he handed me paper towels.
" And for that, you are not only worth this but you're worth a crappy apartment and crappy coffee barely able to make rent but smiling the whole way through youre worth every single struggle"

Notes

Thank you for reading please tell me what you think I'll post more tomorrow (im sorry it deleted this chapeter earlier and so I had to retype all of it :/)