Hey! Ahh, I'm sorry, I need to update Flipped and Harmony so that I can get to Every Girls Dream and God In You. But this idea popped into my head in school and I just figured I should do it. I got the idea from the amazing movie The Bucket List which is the namesake of my story, but of course, the characters and also the whole plot is totally different. Everything, except I'll probably do the skydiving thing. But other than that, there's really not much that's alike besides the central idea.
So don't hate me and please Read and Review! It makes my day!
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"Alright, Ms. Morgan. You're done for now, get some rest for the big day. I won't be here tomorrow, but Nurse Morrison will take care of you," Doctor Joseph Solomon said, picking up his patients file. He was a tall man with a solid, lean build, looking more like a twenty something actor than a radiologist that just hit his fourth decade.
However, the young girl sitting up in the hospital bed rolled her eyes. "Joe, you could at least word it a little differently. Mick is just a residential nurse and she's barely five years older than me. She's not going to be taking care of me."
The elder man smiled wryly, but his blue eyes were filled with more concern than amusement. "Of course, Cameron. Nurse Morrison will assist you tomorrow." He arched his eyebrows questioningly and was answered with a satisfied nod from the petite girl. He had chestnut brown hair and bright, almost clear blue eyes with a flawless tan complexion; whereas Cammie's messy bun was dirty blonde and her eyes were the deepest sapphire the doctor had ever seen. And although she was pale with a dusting of light freckles across her nose, she was the closest to a daughter Joe had ever had. Of course, this was to be expected. With the amount of time the nineteen year old had spent in the hospital in the last sixteen of her life, he had practically raised her.
"Okay then, Cam. I'll see you in a few days, okay? I'll be on call on Saturday, and I'll see when we can release you, depending on how your body reacts."
"Cool." She reached into the metal drawer beside her bed in the terminal radiology ward and pulled out an iPod nano. She didn't look up as she put on the earphones. Joe stopped and stared at her, willing her to meet his gaze.
"Listen, I know you think that what's done is done, but we're still trying, okay? And you have to, too. Fight through it tomorrow. If you handle it well, we could buy you a lot of time."
"Whatever. Bye Joe."
Joe sighed. He placed her file into the clear holster to the right of the doorway. It still baffled him as to why she had just given up. Given up fighting. Given up trying. Given up faith.
Then again, how much hope were you allowed when you were diagnosed with terminal cancer?
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Bex closed her eyes. On the other side of the curtain, she could hear the incredibly gorgeous Doc talking to that other girl. Carmen, was it?
She fingered her greasy hair. It had only been three days since she had last washed it, but her fine, shiny hair needed only thirty six hours before it became a little too glossy.
She would get up and wash it. She wanted to, she really did. But unfortunately, her whole body was stiff and sore, and she was afraid that if she moved a muscle she would puke her guts out.
Welcome to the life of a chemo patient.
When Bex first got to this new hospital, she wasn't so thrilled. She had left before her boyfriend, Grant, could have his last rites performed. Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Newman agreed that the endearing Rebecca Baxter should have a shot of living past the age of twenty, even if their son didn't.
Which was why Bex was moved to an intensive care unit in the radiology ward of one of the top cancer research hospitals on the east coast. And Roseville, Virginia was a whole lot different than New York City.
For one thing, it was too quiet. Suffering from insomnia because of the absence of car horns and yelling taxi drivers sounds strange, but that's what was happening. Second, there was no Grant.
Bex was diagnosed when she was eight, She then spent two years living on and off in the hospital.
By the time she was ten, the doctors believed she was cured. Unfortunately, she lived five more years believing nothing was wrong, while a tumor grew inside of her. One day playing tackle football, she fainted. That's when they found it, and she found Grant. After the painful process of removing it, she found out that she had relapsed.
And this time? It was terminal.
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So, hope you all liked it. It's just a teaser I guess. I've already started writing the first chapter, and the more reviews I get, the faster I'll put it up. Don't worry, those of you who have read some of my other stuff know that my chapters are usually longer than this. And if you haven't… go read 'em now!
And I think there was another story about Cammie having cancer. But this isn't like that. Because this story is AU, meaning no spies, and … well, you'll see. The plot will be way different, which you know if you've seen The Bucket List.
So thanks. Review pleaseeee! It makes me totally happy.
And remember: A happy writer is a faster updater!