"Adrenal cancer," Alex whispered, the words carried on barely more than a breath; and still they scorched his mouth, tore at his heart, burned his eyes so that he bit his lip to stiffle a sob. Saying it aloud made it so much more real, made it so much harder not to start crying. "A-and haemophilia, but that's not going to get a chance to kill me now. Rick..."
His throat closed, burned, and he sobbed for real this time, his shoulders shaking as he hid his face in his lover's shirt, forcing himself to be quiet, his body tense as stone. "I-I have less than f-five months."