This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

There's Nothing Surgery Can Do

*Jaime's POV*

Last night was a blast. I went out with the guys, had a few drinks, and danced my ass off to cheesy disco music. Mike and Frenchi were drunk, obviously, and Tony actually danced with Caesar, or should I say, grinded down on her. But all good things must come to an end. I went home with the guys and saw Vic and Copeland laying next to each other.

Just before I hopped into bed, I received a phone call from an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Jaime Preciado-Fuentes?" a lady on the other line said.

"Yes, this is him."

"Sorry to call so late. This is Dr. Stuart from the hospital, if you remember me. I was reviewing your test results on your heart and I think we have a solution to your syndrome. Would you like to know?"

"Yes, please."

"There are two options. Since your heart decides to stop whenever it wants, we can prevent that with medicine, but it won't stop your time span of living. This medicine will reduce your chances of your heart stopping abruptly."

"What's the other option?"

"The other option is for you to get surgery on your heart. If we fix the problem, it will add on more years of you living your life, but it won't stop the fact that your heart is just too weak. Although it will add on more years, I'm sorry to say this, but your chances of living a long life can't be possible."

"So if I do the surgery, I'll live longer, but not to the point where I'm old, correct?"

"Yes."

"And if I take the medicine, it will make my heart stop less?"

"Yeah."

I didn't know what to do. I really wanted Vic's help with what I should do. Option A or Option B? Do I take the medicine or do the surgery? "Okay, I'm not really sure on what to do. I think I'll do the surgery. When should I come in?"

"I will schedule an appointment for you Mr. Preciado-Fuentes. When is the best time for you to come in? This week or next week?"

"I can do it next week on a Friday."

"Alrighty then, just booked you for next Friday," Dr. Stuart said.

"Thank you so much. I'm glad you told me."

"It was my pleasure, Sir. Have a wonderful night."

I hung up and placed the phone on the night stand. I stared at Vic who was out like a light in bed. God, he's perfect. Even when he sleeps, he's a real angel sent from heaven. I don't want to lose him. But it's totally opposite; he's gonna lose me. I just wish I didn't have this stupid syndrome so Vic, Copeland, and I could live a happy life.

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It was now morning and I was refreshed as hell. Not sure why, but I was. I walked into the kitchen and saw Mike playing with Copeland. That's odd. He's never playing with her. In fact, he doesn't even like babies.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, taking out a cup for coffee.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Mike said.

"Harassing my child," I giggled.

He stuck his tongue out at me and continued to play with Cope.

"Where's Vic?" I questioned, starting up the coffee.

"Uh, I think he went out for a little."

Went out? Hm. "With whom?!" I snapped.

"With Kellin."