Chapter Ninety-Eight

If I had a chance, I would have ignored Reagan, but I was dying, and he was my only hope.

"Help, I am dying." I managed to get out.

"Are you trying to trick me into feeling sorry for you after lying to me and then ganging my parents against me?" he said angrily.

I wanted to shout at the fool to take me to the hospital that I was dying when I started coughing out blood, then I clutched my stomach.

He rushed to me and helped me up. I was still vomiting, and some of it was on his shirt.

"Alix, what is wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No, but my stomach is killing me, and I am......" I started coughing up again, feeling dizzy this time.

He held me and found a robe, which he was putting on me. I was still coughing, and when then I sneezed with all the strength in me, and that was the only thing I remember.

Reagan pov

Life without her in New York has been hard. From the first time I left in anger and crashed into my parent's place at night, I sorely missed her. I wa