How Did Walter White Get Cancer [patched] -

The world didn't shatter. It contracted—into the tick of the wall clock, the smell of antiseptic, the weight of his own hands resting on his knees. Walter thought of the stack of unpaid medical bills on the kitchen counter. He thought of Skyler's part-time accounting work. He thought of Walt Jr., who would need a car, college, a future. He thought of the baby—Holly—who would never remember a father who didn't cough blood into a laundered towel.

"How long?" Walter asked.

"Walt? What's wrong?"

It began with a cough.