Bills started to say something, but before he could get it out a fit of coughing overtook him. I gave him a minute to compose himself, but realized quickly he was in a bad way. He used a napkin to cover his mouth, but after a moment, he pulled it away to reveal the napkin was covered in blood.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, and this time I wasn’t talking about Blade.
With a heavy sigh he said, “I’ve got cancer, Jax. I’m…I’m dying. The doctor gave me three months.”
I told him we would deal with that later, as friends, but there was something inside me that told me there wouldn’t be anything to deal with. I had a feeling Bills was dead, no matter what I did.
