I drove my way home, crying. I didn't know what to do now. A depressing fact it is. Never did I expect something like this, never did I want this to happen.

As I drive, Ray called.

"Hey Gabe, how's the check up?"

I sniffed, and forced myself not to sound like I'm crying.

"Hey, are you crying?"

"Heck no. I just have colds. The weather's quite bad."

"Yeah, it's raining. Get home right away okay? How's the check up?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. The doctor said it was just stress related."

"Great! I'll be back sooner. Just call me when you need something. Bye, love you."

"Yeah, love you too."

I hung it up and cried.

Sorry Ray, I lied. There is something wrong with me. I just didn't know how to tell you.

As I reached home, I went up to my room, locked it and allowed my tears to be washed with my room's shower.

I tried to sleep but I can't. It was too hard to face.

Coronary artery disease. It was hard to say. No, it was painful to say.

When I was able to keep myself together, I did a little research about my disease. And according to Wikipedia:

Coronary artery disease (CAD; also atherosclerotic heart disease) is the end result of the accumulation of atheromatous plaques within the walls of the coronary arteries that supply the myocardium (the muscle of the heart) with oxygen and nutrients. It is sometimes also called coronary heart disease (CHD), although CAD is the most common cause of CHD, it is not the only one.

Tears started to flow from my eyes again. It was very painful. Leaving mom, dad, my friends and Ray. I didn't even know how to tell them about this. I didn't even know if I should even tell them about this.

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