My Boyfriend’s Handsome Teammate - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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My heart stopped dead in my chest, the blood draining from my face until I looked like a ghost.
"Am I... sick?"
The voice on the other end was clinical, detached. "Your antibody test came back positive. Preliminary diagnosis is HIV."
The words slammed into me like an arctic wave. A high-pitched ringing filled my ears, my veins turned to ice, and my thoughts spiraled into chaos.
I hadn't done anything.
Except that one night with Nathan.
It had to be him. Tears spilled over, hot and unstoppable, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. A suffocating weight of despair crushed me. Oliver would never look at me the same again.
Was I going to die?
I hung up, dropped everything, and bolted for Metropolitan General.
I sobbed the whole way there.
Twenty years old. I hadn't even graduated. Hadn't started my life. Hadn't taken care of my parents. And now—this. Fear and helplessness tore through me, leaving me raw.
Numb, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios, I choked out, "Doctor... how long do I have?"
The doctor's voice was steady, reassuring. "HIV survival rates vary. With early treatment and good health, progression can be managed. Many live decades—some with minimal impact."
A fragile flicker of hope sparked in my chest. "So... I could still have a normal life?"
The doctor gave a careful, measured nod.
Leaving the hospital with a bag full of meds, my first instinct was to call Oliver.
But how? He'd never want me like this.
My phone lit up—multiple unread messages from him. My stomach twisted. I couldn't face this.
When I didn't answer, he called.
"Hey, why are you ghosting me? What's going on?"
My thoughts were a tangled mess. I dodged. "Just buried in schoolwork... Hey, why haven't you been with the Panthers lately?"
Oliver exhaled sharply. "Don't ask. A few guys got expelled—reckless behavior. School's sweeping it under the rug."
Even though I'd guessed, hearing it confirmed still broke me.
Nathan. He did this to me. One mistake, and I went from untouchable campus royalty to... this. Oliver was golden—the university's pride. And now? I wasn't good enough.
I couldn't drag him down. But the words "we're done" stuck in my throat.
Silence stretched. Oliver pushed. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"
A tear escaped. A sob followed before I could choke it back. I jerked the phone away before he could hear.
I couldn't do this.
Texting was the only way I wouldn't fall apart.
Breaking up out of nowhere—he'd never accept that. He blew up my phone, call after call, message after message.
I sidestepped every question, feeding him flimsy excuses.
How could I tell him? Admit I was reckless? Damaged?
I wasn't brave enough. It would shatter everything he thought he knew about me.
So I shut down. Pulled away.
That night, my phone buzzed again. The number was almost familiar.
"Am I... sick?"
The voice on the other end was clinical, detached. "Your antibody test came back positive. Preliminary diagnosis is HIV."
The words slammed into me like an arctic wave. A high-pitched ringing filled my ears, my veins turned to ice, and my thoughts spiraled into chaos.
I hadn't done anything.
Except that one night with Nathan.
It had to be him. Tears spilled over, hot and unstoppable, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. A suffocating weight of despair crushed me. Oliver would never look at me the same again.
Was I going to die?
I hung up, dropped everything, and bolted for Metropolitan General.
I sobbed the whole way there.
Twenty years old. I hadn't even graduated. Hadn't started my life. Hadn't taken care of my parents. And now—this. Fear and helplessness tore through me, leaving me raw.
Numb, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios, I choked out, "Doctor... how long do I have?"
The doctor's voice was steady, reassuring. "HIV survival rates vary. With early treatment and good health, progression can be managed. Many live decades—some with minimal impact."
A fragile flicker of hope sparked in my chest. "So... I could still have a normal life?"
The doctor gave a careful, measured nod.
Leaving the hospital with a bag full of meds, my first instinct was to call Oliver.
But how? He'd never want me like this.
My phone lit up—multiple unread messages from him. My stomach twisted. I couldn't face this.
When I didn't answer, he called.
"Hey, why are you ghosting me? What's going on?"
My thoughts were a tangled mess. I dodged. "Just buried in schoolwork... Hey, why haven't you been with the Panthers lately?"
Oliver exhaled sharply. "Don't ask. A few guys got expelled—reckless behavior. School's sweeping it under the rug."
Even though I'd guessed, hearing it confirmed still broke me.
Nathan. He did this to me. One mistake, and I went from untouchable campus royalty to... this. Oliver was golden—the university's pride. And now? I wasn't good enough.
I couldn't drag him down. But the words "we're done" stuck in my throat.
Silence stretched. Oliver pushed. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"
A tear escaped. A sob followed before I could choke it back. I jerked the phone away before he could hear.
I couldn't do this.
Texting was the only way I wouldn't fall apart.
Breaking up out of nowhere—he'd never accept that. He blew up my phone, call after call, message after message.
I sidestepped every question, feeding him flimsy excuses.
How could I tell him? Admit I was reckless? Damaged?
I wasn't brave enough. It would shatter everything he thought he knew about me.
So I shut down. Pulled away.
That night, my phone buzzed again. The number was almost familiar.
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