"Don't believe everything you grew up believing."
Bree's life went from normal to insane. At least, that's how she felt.
After her best friend get into a relationship, she had a lingering thought that it would brings trouble.
And it did. Especially when the boyfriend's problem was beyond what science knows.
"Bree, can we talk?" he asked urgently.
"This sounds like those frantic 'I'm going to break up with you' conversations, and I'm not even the one you're dating," she had to point out. It was a force of habit for her to say how it was. "Wait, you're not asking me how to break up, are you? Because I will slaughter you if you do."
"No! And please, whatever I say, please don't tell Lindsey," he pleaded.
"Is it that sensitive you don't tell your girlfriend but her best friend?" she interrogated him.
"Yes?" He didn't even sound sure.
"Oh my gods, do you like another girl and you don't want to break her heart?" she yelled in a whisper tone.
"Gods, no!" Travis exclaimed.
"Well then, spit it out. I'm all out of guesses on things you wouldn't tell Lindsey," Bree crossed her arms and tapped her fingers.
"So, I went to the hospital for my check up, and um," he took a deep breath. This was a bad idea, he decided. But now that he got her started, there was no way she'd let him go until he finished.
"Uh oh, do we need to sit down for this?" she scrunched her eyebrows. It was amazing how she could tell something was good news or bad news based on, well, who knows.
"Sure, since I won't be much of that soon," he walked over to a concrete bench, Bree following behind.
"What do you mean by that?" now she was definitely going to question everything.
So in the quietest voice, he murmered, "The doctor said my chances at a longer life is decreasing."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"In other words, I'm dying, Bree."