Nyx still couldn't bring himself to speak at first, letting Hex rest his hand on his forehead, and leaning into his touch.
"Cancer," he finally spat out, the word just hanging awkwardly between them with nothing else to support it.
"They did some blood work. It's cancer. That's... That's what's been wrong with me."
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Date: 2025-04-19 01:40 am (UTC)Nyx still couldn't bring himself to speak at first, letting Hex rest his hand on his forehead, and leaning into his touch.
"Cancer," he finally spat out, the word just hanging awkwardly between them with nothing else to support it.
"They did some blood work. It's cancer. That's... That's what's been wrong with me."