K.C (Chapter one). (Need feed back)

Kerrem awoke to his alarm he set on his phone from the previous night. Damn it was hot he thought. He grabbed  his phone and checked  for the weather.  At four in the morning it was Eighty one but it felt like eighty nine degrees because of the humidity. He hated the summer especially in Brokden. The air was thick like a sauna and it got hotter the more air he breathed in. The house he lived in was hotter than most. Even with the cheap air conditioner unit he bought wasn't doing anything to keep him cool. 
He sat on the side of his bed grabbed  his gallon of water, and chugged the little that remained still dying of thirst. He got up and walked to the fridge looking for another cold refreshing gallon to start his day. He grabbed the gallon and a water bottle. He dug into the medicine cabinet searching for the cancer killing pills that he picked up a few hours ago. He forgot where he put it. Kerrem was always forgetting where he put things. He walked back and forth looking around trying to retrace his steps, whispering to himself until he walked past the bathroom. He walks in and looks behind the  mirror and found them. He grabs the pills and walks back to his bedroom just in time to see his wife turning over looking at him stand in the door frame. She breathed in deeply tapping his side of the bed signaling him to come back in. He weakly smiles at her as he steps towards the bed. He sat down as she climbs on to his back and kisses the scar on his top right shoulder. He rattles the bottle of pills and drops two in his hands. He grabs her hand and places the pills in it, handing her the bottle of water. She sighs and swallows the pills and gulps down the water. Kerrem lays on his back looking at his ceiling fan spinning around gracefully. She softly coughs and lays her head against his chest humming a mellow tune as he closes his eyes. He sheds a tear mumbling the words “It’s not fair.”