Six years later.
"You have to get here immediately." Dr. Robert, who've I've become so close with, said through the phone.
"What happened?" I ask.
"He just, a couple minutes ago, had a seizure. I think today is the day." He replies.
"I'm on my way."
"Be careful as you drive."
I find myself running through the empty white halls of the hospital.
When reaching his room, I see him lying on the bed. Pale as ever. Skinny as ever. This man wasn't him. This man is someone else. He's not his happy, caring self anymore. He's a poor man losing his battle to cancer.
"Oh God." I mumble, reaching him and taking his weak hand in mine.
"Dr. Robert told me about the seizure. I dropped everything I was doing just to get here." I tell him.
"Don't worry. I'm okay." Rocky says in a soft tone, even though he knows he's far from okay.
"And the kids?" He asks.
"Luckily Lucy was at the house. She's watching over them now." I reply.
"I'm going to miss them. I'm going ...