November
Lucy's Age: 16
Renworst took a huge turn for the worse last week. I could see it coming just by how non-responsive he was getting, but I kept telling myself that it was the new meds they had him on to help cope with the side effects of all of the chemo.
The monitors woke me up about midnight and I went into Renworst's room and found a complete madhouse. Janie was practically flying around the room as she checked readouts and prepped a cocktail of drugs to inject into his system.
She didn't have time to explain everything to Geoffrey and me, but I managed to piece together the fact that one of his vitals had just dropped into the danger zone. She figured that she could get him stabilized enough to transport to a hospital, and that once he was there that they could bring him back out of the immediate danger zone, but the implication was there for anyone who had spent as much time reading up on his condition as I had.
This was the beginning of the end. Now that he'd started venturing down into the danger zone his condition would just continue to deteriorate as time went on. They would inject him with stuff that would temporarily buoy him back up, but he would go back down after a little while and with each cycle he'd drop a little further. He was just circling the drain now and it was only a matter of time until he dropped so far that they couldn't bring him back.
I don't know what Geoffrey was doing at our apartment in the first place, but he apparently read between the lines of what Janie was saying as well as I did. He offered Janie ten thousand dollars to stay with me for the rest of the night, and then told me to stay put as he jumped into the ambulance with Renworst and the EMT's.
I spent the rest of the night pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for Geoffrey to call and update me with how Renworst was doing, but he never called. It was the next evening before he finally stumbled into the apartment, obviously exhausted.
I tried to get him to tell me what had happened, but he just told me that Renworst was being taken care of according to Renworst's wishes. I threw a fit, complete with throwing things and swearing at Geoffrey, but that's all he would tell me, and then he said that we wouldn't be talking about Renworst anymore. That Renworst wanted me to remember him as he'd been before the sickness.
I managed to pull myself back together long enough to ask if I would at least get to go to Renworst's funeral and Geoffrey looked at me oddly before shaking his head. He told me that there would be no funeral and then walked out of the apartment.
This time I really threw a fit, right up to and including opening the apartment door to storm out after him, but there were two huge guys standing outside my door. They made it very clear that they were there for my 'safety,' which meant that I wouldn't be leaving the apartment.
Janie stayed with me for an extra day, and she did some calling around to her friends at the hospital, but nobody could tell her what had happened to Renworst. He'd checked in through the emergency room, the doctors had done their thing to get his vitals back up into more of a normal range, and then he'd disappeared a couple of hours later.
Janie said that her calls trying to hunt down Renworst were some of the oddest discussions she'd ever had with anyone because none of the people who'd been directly involved in treating Renworst were the slightest bit curious what had happened to him. It was like it had all never even happened.
I hate Geoffrey. He's done it again. He's taken away the only person I had in the world who I knew loved me, and left me alone when I most needed someone to lean on. There isn't any coming back from this. I don't ever want to see Geoffrey again.