Day 94
Tony paced nervously running his hands through his sweaty hair. Why was he sweating? He shouldn’t still be this hot. The fight in Monaco had been an hour ago-- an hour.
Shit. He has been in the kitchen of the jet for an hour. How had it already been an hour? Pain exploded through his chest and he found himself on the floor. A spasm wrapped its cold hand around him and his whole body convulsed. He bit back a scream of pain as the poison in his bloodstream pulsed through his body. Pain radiated from the arc reactor and tore through his body. Tony pulled himself into a small fetal position, and let himself cry. Crying helped. It made the pain a little bit more bearable. These sudden attacks of pain had become more an more common with every passing day to the point Tony was afraid of making any appearances in public. He could usually sense them coming a few minutes in advance, but sometimes they hit without warning. He didn’t need the world to know he was dying. He did however need Pepper to know. He had to tell her at some point… Gosh he wanted her there with him. He wanted her to hold him. He wanted to be with her until his final poisoned breath was spent. He let out a rasping sob as another burst of pain exploded through his body causing every muscle to lock and stiffen. He jerked violently and groped for the closest trash can. He threw up. His stomach muscles clenched as his body emptied the little food he had left in his sistem. He leaned himself against the wall of the cabinet and forced himself to breath. At first it was difficult, and his body didn’t want obey, but He finally managed to slow his breathing, and collect his thoughts. He needed to tell Pepper. He couldn’t do it here. He needed to do it somewhere special. Somewhere safe. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere the world would leave them alone. Somewhere beautiful. He would find a place, and take her there. He would tell her everything. The palladium poisoning. The fact that it was killing him, and maybe if he managed to dig up the courage he would tell her he loved her. He had never said it, and he felt like he needed to tell her before he died. Tony sighed and hauled himself to his feet. He could still feel his body shaking from the ordeal. Take her somewhere special. Tell her everything. It made him queasy just thinking about it.
I love you.
He thought maybe he could work up the courage when the time came, but for now he would just make her an omelette.