I sighed as I was putting a load of laundry in my washing machine. I turned on the washing machine after I had put in some laundry detergent. I began to scent the detergent as soon as the machine began to run.

Jacob was at Marlo's garage playing video games with him, and I had a few more chores to do before I could finish up the rest of my day. I felt dizzy as I headed down the stairs, my head started spinning really fast, and I had to sit down on the stairs for a few minutes.

Jacob then came into the house, and noticed I didn't look so good. Jacob walked up to me, and asked me if I was okay. I nodded my head, "yeah," I said, softly, opening my eyes as I had them closed.

Jacob asked me if he needed to call a doctor and I nodded my head no, telling Jacob I'll be just fine. Jacob sighed, and was worried about me. Jacob still thought he should call someone about how I almost dropped to the floor.

I chuckled, smiled, and I sighed. I explained to Jacob it's just that I forgot to eat, and Jacob didn't believe it, nodding his head and telling me it was a symptom of my cancer.

I stood up from the stairs as I held onto the handrail. I was trying to keep myself steady and not fall. I sighed, and Jacob asked me if I was okay once again as he raised his eyebrows.

I told him I was fine one last time, and Jacob just saw me walk into the kitchen knowing I was not doing so well, and that my cancer was quickly spreading.

Jacob had told me that I should start treatment immediately. I agreed with Jacob, because I was beginning to get sicker. I was hoping I would make it out for the trial. Jacob didn't care about the trial, he wanted me to get better.

I began to experience other symptoms like nose bleeds, easy bruising, and tiredness.

Jacob was afraid he was going to lose me. Jacob went into the kitchen and told me he can't lose me. I turned around and looked at Jacob, and he had teary eyes.

I sighed, and I didn't say a word to Jacob, "I can't lose you, Ry, you're my best friend, and I need you," Jacob said, continuing to cry. I never saw Jacob cry over me, and I felt terrible for making Jacob feel bad about me.

Jacob explained to me if he doesn't go to prison, and is found not guilty, then Jacob would have to take care of me and I don't want him to because Jacob isn't the one who's responsible for taking care of me.

I explained to Jacob that if he understood that I want him to live a normal lifestyle, no brother shall have to take care of his other sick brother. I want Jacob to just live his life and I can take care of myself. Jacob shrugged, not agreeing to do that.

I sighed, and as Jacob walked up to me, he said even if he didn't go to prison, he would take care of me and to go to school like I did when I took care of Jacob, except Jacob isn't dying.

Jacob hugged me, and I hugged him. I was holding onto Jacob so hard that I kissed the top of his head. Jacob was crying into my arms the whole time.

I sighed and I rubbed Jacob's back. Jacob said, (as he was still hugging me), saying that I am saving his life. That literally put a smile on my face.

I feel like I was doing a good job of helping Jacob with his case, and I knew Jacob was going to say something about me trying to save his life. I was proud of myself for being there for him when Jacob needed me the most.

So I began my chemotherapy treatment. I was hooked on a chemotherapy infusion where I can just stay home and stay as comfortable as possible.

A chemo infusion s a device that delivers chemo drugs directly into the bloodstream through an IV line. This helps deliver a controlled amount of chemo drugs over a definite period.

Jacob was taking care of me, and I was feeling extremely fatigued as the chemo went on in my body. I was also experiencing side effects like nausea, and I was lucky enough to not lose my hair. I even lost my appetite and I couldn't eat anything. I was sick for a while, I was also sweating. I had a nurse named Carla come to my bedroom and undo my infusion six hours later while lying on my bed.

I swallowed, as my nurse Carly was asking me how I was feeling. I told Carla, while sighing that I was still feeling a little bit more tired, nauseated even though I haven't puked yet and Carla said that the fatigue will eventually wear off, and it may take three days before I am able to feel a hundred percent better. I thanked Carla for doing her job. Carla smiled, and Jacob knocked on my door and wanted to check on me.

Jacob stood next to my bed, looking at me, and I sighed, looking straight at the ceiling asking Jacob in a funny voice if I look like a million bucks.

Jacob chuckled, laughing, and I laughed as well. Jacob then stopped laughing, and he grabbed my hand and I softly smiled at Jacob.

I was still able to work after my first time being back on chemotherapy. The day after chemo, I was back in my office the next day. I was feeling a bit nauseous, but I was trying to put myself together. I was trying to not think about the nausea, and I kept on swallowing as I was trying to work on another case on a different client.

After I had finished another trial, walking out of the courtroom, Charlie caught up with me again, and had a chat with me about my recent work on a case of my newest client Allison Duty. Charlie was explaining all details about the case and the situation of Allison who was arrested for allegedly being involved with a drug dealer who had committed a crime.

After ten minutes into the conversation, I began to feel sicker. Charlie doesn't know about my cancer, I haven't told him about it yet.

"So Allison's parents are willing to meet with you in your office tomorrow, they just want to know that you're willing to help them out because they want justice for their daughter."

I sighed, grabbing the file from Charlie, and I felt something coming up my throat. I excused Charlie, noticing a trash can standing by the doors outside of the courtroom. I ran up to the trash can immediately, dropping my file on the floor, leaned over the trash can and started throwing up.

Charlie walked up to me, frowning, bending over to grab my file from the floor, and asked me if I was alright, as he got closer to me, and took his hand and touched my back. I shook my head yes, and I wiped my mouth with my hand. "Do you need to go home?" Charlie asked. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, and I sighed as I told Charlie I think I should go home. "Yeah?" Charlie says, frowning, feeling confused why I threw up.

I swallowed, feeling the burning sensation in the back of my throat, and Charlie told me he would tell Allison's parents that I will be home resting for a couple of days. "I think you're just stressed out about your brother's trial," Charlie said. I continued leaning forward over the trash can, and I told Charlie that I had a vision of my brother's trial, and it made me feel sick thinking about it. When secretly I lied to Charlie I was actually sick from my chemo.

I didn't have much time left to figure out who killed Izza. I hope to see how things go at Jacob's trial. I was trying to keep calm about it.

Until one day, Jacob was still texting shawtystar5, and I wasn't even aware of it. Jacob had been texting shawtystar5 for the past few weeks now.

I have no idea what Jacob is hiding from me, but doesn't he want to know who is accusing him? I certainly do. I'm sure I would be relieved if the truth was revealed already.