Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... would wake up, we would talk a little, sometimes I would be able to wrap my arm around her and hold her for a few minutes, but it never advanced past that. I was standing in the boy’s bathroom at school, muttering curses in front of the urinal. I had been there for more than five minutes and I needed to piss like a truck driver, but I couldn’t even break the seal. “Goddamn it, I don’t need another health issue. Just piss already.” I hissed. I finally groaned as the reserves were released, but as soon as I looked down into the urinal and saw the color red, I gritted my teeth and began to shake in frustration. After finishing my answer to nature’s call, I walked over to the sink and leaned against it, trembling from head to toe. “SON OF A BITCH!” I roared, punching the nearby wall and splitting my knuckles. With my hand bleeding, I walked out of the bathroom and back to class, where a math test was being taken. Returning to my desk, I began stuffing my things into my book, splattering blood from my hand and muttering curses. “Marcus, is something wrong?” The teacher asked from her desk. “I need to leave, I need to get to the hospital. It seems my kidneys are now failing.” I shot back. I was with my parents in Dr. Turner’s office, who was looking over the results from my blood tests. With a sigh, she closed the folder. “The good news is that the damage isn’t permanent, at least at this stage. The bad news is that the kidney failure was caused by highly excessive pill usage. We ...

... originally had you set at the maximum possible level, did you think you could go even further without consequences? Just the number of pain killers alone you’re taking are enough to kill you, add in the anti-convulsion meds, the blood thickeners, and everything else, and it’s a miracle you’re still alive.” She established. “Right, so I should just get on my knees and thank God that I’m not dead yet, I should just be grateful that I get to keep living each day with never-ending agony and mind-tearing seizures.” I muttered, keeping my face downcast with my hood over my eyes. My parents looked at each other in both nervousness and fear, wishing that there was something they could do. “I’m afraid that you’re going to have to start cutting down on your medication if you don’t want to continue urinating blood. You may even have to give up cold turkey until your immunity wears off so that when you begin taking them again, they’ll be affective once again. If you keep going at those pills the way you have been, your kidneys will become completely unusable and you’ll need a transplant, and considering your disease and your drug habits beyond pills, no transplant committee will let you so much as look at a healthy donor.” “Beyond pills? Marcus, what is she talking about?” My mom asked desperately. “Two weeks ago… I tried heroine. It was just once and it didn’t work as well as I had hoped. I certainly don’t feel any cravings for it.” I admitted, but without looking at my parents. “Marcus, ...