Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story, except the David guy.
This story is dedicated to my cousin, who was 4 years old, who died on the 9th August 2009. He was called Charlie, and I miss him, a lot. He died of cancer in the brain also.

I awoke with a gasp, and immediately groaned. I glanced around the ward without a word. It was silent, except for the whispered breathing of the two strangers in the two other beds, who had gone under the same operation as I had. Looking at the clock on the night light table, I saw that it was 4 in the morning. My thoughts wandered, and I let them stray to the pain in my throat. The operation had been nothing serious; my tonsils had been took out after having tonsillitis for two weeks. The doctors had told me that the pain would be worse at first, but would then subside.
I knew that now I was awake, there was no getting back to sleep again. I threw my legs out of bed and into my slippers. I grimaced at myself in the mirror, at my bed hair, at the stupid hospital gown I had to wear, and wandered out the ward door.
A sudden wave of realisation hit me when I remembered the name of the hospital... It was the same hospital my dad was meant to be staying at. Charlie Swan, my dad, has brain cancer. He had had it for about 2 years now, and I wasn't allowed to visit him, in the case that I got too upset. I had tried to visit him, but Renee had always found out.
Tapping a nurse on the shoulder, she turned. "Excuse me, can you tell me where the cancer ward is?" She nodded and pointed me in the direction of a white door. I opened it as quiet as I could, but then realised that this wasn't the actual ward, it was the reception in which held the ward doors. Well this hospital wasn't like a maze at all.
"Charlie Swan?" I whispered to the woman behind the counter in the pale room.
"Are you visiting?" Her eyes appraised my gown.
"Yes, I am." Let's just let her think that I dress like this for a living.
"Mmkay. Ward number 6a. That door there." She pointed me in the direction of the door. On the door, was a list of people's names.

Brain Cancer Ward:

DAVID FERN
EDWARD CULLEN
CHARLIE SWAN

I let myself in without knocking, and looked around. There was a guy about my age, maybe 2-3 years older, sitting on a bed at the side of the room. His shoulders were hunched, and I could make out tears running down his cheeks; it was obvious.
"Err..." I whispered, uneasy. The boy looked up. He was unbelievably attractive. Gorgeous bronze hair that you could just run your hand through, and piercing green eyes.
"Hello." He sniffed.
"Hi, sorry, I'm looking for my dad..." I trailed off, noticing that he was the only person in the room, other than a person that was definitely not my dad. He was fat, grey, and grubby.
"I take it he's not your dad?" He pointed to David Fern; the fat, grey and grubby man.
"No. I'm looking for Charlie Swan..."
"Oh. He was in that bed there..."
I followed his gaze across the room, and noticed a neatly made bed. This could only mean one thing. He was better! Right?
"He's got better!" I squealed. "Where is he?! I'll go get the nurse!"
Edward shifted uncomfortably. "No.. I'm so sorry, but he died this morning." Tragedy shook through me, and I collapsed. Edward flew off his bed towards me, and tried to get me up to sit on the end of the bed.
"Please, please don't, he wouldn't of wanted you to be upset. You're his daughter."
"But that just makes it so much worse! I never came to see him at all, mom wouldn't let me, and I-I.. I never got to say goodbye!" I sobbed onto his shoulder. Usually me crying was more graceful, but having the sore throat I do, made me sob harder. The pain didn't just come from the throat, it was in my heart. I missed him so.
"I know, I know, it's awful. Everyone has to go sometime, love." He soothed me, his arm round me, stroking my back. I was hugging a stranger.

After I had calmed down, Edward pulled me right next to him, so I wouldn't collapse off the bed.
"...Why are you here?" I asked.
"Same as your father was." What? What?!
"But, but... You can't!" I didn't even try to stop the tears. How could a guy this young, with so much ahead of him, have cancer? It was just plain wrong.
"It's terminal, I'm so sorry, I thought you would of realised. I've only got a year and then..."
"You'll go too." Tears wouldn't stop flooding my eyes, and his face was suddenly blurry.
"Can you help me?" He asked, suddenly.
"There's not a cure, Edward.." I said, looking down.
"Oh I know... Will you help me live my life like I wanted to? Help me fulfil this?" He reached across from the bed, to the table, and grabbed the peice of paper that was sat on there. He passed it to me, and I read the title.

30 Things to do before the 10th August.

"Why 10th of August?" I whispered. But I already knew.
"That's the date that I'm scheduled to die." Scheduled to die. The words rang in my head. Another round of tears came on, and I sobbed.
"Okay, okay, I'll help." I sobbed.
"Thank you." He whispered.

Fifteen minutes later, a nurse came into check on David. She spotted me and Edward, intertwined into each other's arms, and sighed. "Come on you, back to your ward. Mr. Cullen has enough on his plate."
As I was walking out the room, Edward called, "Wait! What's your name?"
"Bella Swan." I whispered, and walked back down to my own hospital bed. I let the sleep swallow me, and I knew that in an instant, I always loved the people who were destined to die.

Please tell me what you think, the storyline means a lot to me in this story.