That One Guy - Chapter 24

Hello! New chapter! I know it's been long but actually I'm stuck. My idea of what was going to happen has now vanished so I kinda need help. So if anyone has any ideas for this story, please comment them or email it to me! It would mean a lot! Thanks.
Alex’s POV:

"We removed as much of the tumor as we could, but it was almost impossible for us to fully remove it. I’m sorry to tell you this but if the tumor keeps spreading at the rate it is now, she only has about 6 months to live, we can only hope for a miracle to happen. I’m sorry."

Those words dropped as if it were a bomb. Sam... she can’t... can’t die. She can’t. I bit the inside of my lip and scrunched my nose. This can’t be happening. They can’t take her away from me, especially since I just got her. I rolled both my hands into a fist and tightened them as I felt my anger rise. I grumbled before I ran my hands through my hair. I tried to breathe slower to calm down... but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. I quickly ran out the room before I literally punch something.


Sam’s POV:

The force that was keeping me from moving or doing anything slowly started to fade. I tried once again to open my eyes, this time instead of having black darkness there was light, colors and shadows. The shadows were hovering over me and I heard muffled yelling, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. I shut my eyes once more and opened them again. Now everything started to clear, Alex was standing beside me holding my hand while Martha was smiling at me.

"Thank goodness you’re awake." Martha threw her arms around me and started to tear up. I ignored her for a while, I noticed tubes and drips all around me, and I started to get nervous.

After around 10 seconds Martha let go of me. "I better go tell the doctor you’re awake." Martha said calmly before she turned around and walked out the door.

I turned to Alex and smiled slightly at him. "Hey."

"Hey." Alex replied softly showing a faint smile. "How yah feeling?"

"Alright, my head hurts."

"I wouldn’t be surprised."

There was an awkward silence between us; I really wanted to ask about what I heard while I was in coma with the doctor saying that they hadn’t removed the entire tumor. But I was scared, scared to know what my future is, scared to know whether I live or die.

The door suddenly opened and the doctor walks in with Martha walking behind him with her heels clicking on the white tile floors.

"Hello Sam, so we’re awake today?" The doctor asks while he checks the tubes and drips.

"Yeah." I replied dully.

"I think..." He went on about chemotherapy times and stuff. I drowned him out as he went on, I didn’t want to hear it anymore. I wished everything was back to normal, I wished I could be healthy enough to help Martha plan her wedding, I wished... I was normal again.

~*~1 Week Later~*~

Today’s the day. Today’s the day I go through chemotherapy. It’s been a week since I woke up, and still no one has told me anything. Everyone is really quiet towards me, especially Alex. It feels like he’s avoiding me... why? It feels like everyone knows something, but they’re keeping it away from me.

"Hello sweetie." A nurse walks in wearing a protective mask, gloves and an apron while pulling a portable drip like thing and a tray of needles and tubes. I gulped as she walks in.

In the past week Martha and I had been preparing for this day so I won’t freak out, she even brought my favorite beanie for when my hair starts falling out. I had finally learned to accept that, it took me a few days but I got there.

I felt a pain shoot through my left arm as the nurse inserts a tube into a blue piece of plastic that was already stuck to my arm. I followed the tubing from my arms and up to a bag that was hung up on a portable metal wheeler thing. I had seen a lot of these in movies; guess I never thought I would need it.


"Hey, how are you feeling?" Alex asked me for about the hundredth time today. I seriously didn’t feel like talking anymore, no one’s telling me anything.

"Fine." I mumbled.

"Uh, do you need anything?"

"No." I replied not looking at him.

I heard him let out a sigh, I wasn’t in the mood to talk or do anything.

"Sam... it’s obvious you’re not fine." Alex said taking my hand.

"Oh, gee well done." I said swiping my hand away from his.

"Sam..." He sighed. "Please don’t be like this."

"Don’t be like what?!" I said almost yelling. There was silence before I started again. "Don’t be someone whose connected to some drug thing? Or don’t be some girl who’s practically dying?" I started to tear up, I look at Alex seeing that he’s almost in tears too. "You’ve been avoiding me for the past week, why? Why isn’t anybody telling me anything? When I ask, you guys just change the subject. I know you guys are hiding something and think that I’m stupid enough to not notice. You need to tell me what the hell is going, now!" My face was now drenched with tears and Alex was tearing up too. "Please, I’m sick of people hiding things from me just because I’m in hospital and they think I won’t be capable of taking it." I say before wiping the tears off my face with the back of my hands.

"Sam..." Alex stopped; he ran his hands through his hair a few times.

"Alright... fine. I’ll tell you, but please if I do I want you to promise me that you will do all the treatments the doctors ask for. Alright?"

I sighed and quickly said yes not thinking through my end of the deal.

"The doctors said... they said that you... you only had 6 months to live... tops."


Comment Replies:

Bailey A: Haha, yeah added that in specially for you. Thanks.

Peacelover: Omg, wish all guys were like Alex.

C: Haha.

Moni S: Thanks s much!

Purple: Haha, thanks so much!

Kyshia: Hehe thanks.

Alice X: Yep, Sam's in a coma.

TAYLORSWIFT: Haha, thanks.

Sasha: I guess we just have to wait and see.

Sayuri Nekochan: Hehe, thanks.

Xeneb: Haha, thanks so much! I guess we have to wait to see if she dies or not.

Monica: Aww, thank you so much! Omg that mean so much! I really hope I get to read them.
Published: 7/3/2012
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