Well this is one of my favorite fan fictions to date. This first chapter is short but it will basically inform you of what is going on. I hope you all like it so please read and review.
Disclaimer: The characters are not my own. They rightfully belong to James Patteson.
This was the scariest moment in my entire life. Grant it I'm only sixteen but still. My mom, Max, and I sat in the waiting room of the hospital I was born in. I grew anxious just sitting there. I hated waiting and hospitals so this sucked. Looking down at my stomach reminded me why we were even here.
About a month ago I got hit in the stomach with a baseball. It gave a pretty bad bruise but I just brushed it off, knowing it would go away in a matter of days. I couldn't have been more wrong. Two weeks later it was still there, as big and purple as ever. Again I brushed it off not wanting to bother anybody with such a seemingly minuet thing. About a week ago I decided that the bruise still being there wasn't a normal thing, so I informed my mom. I mean bruises are supposed to go away in a matter of days.
"Don't worry honey. I'm sure it's nothing." My mom said trying to settle my nerves. No matter what she said nothing was going to help. I looked over at Max who had a blank look on her face. She was just as scared as I was. I mean I'm her baby sister there wasn't anything we wouldn't do for each other.
The three of us sat there for another twenty minutes not saying anything. Just sitting and waiting. Soon a nurse that had a smile plastered on her face came into the waiting room. She walked over to us.
"Will you please come with me?" She asked. So we all got up just as quietly as we were sitting there and followed the nurse away from the waiting room and into a hospital bed room. It was a single unoccupied room so I sat on the bed my legs hanging over the end. Max and mom sat in the chairs against the wall beside the bed.
"Dr. Carver will be with you in just a moment." She then walked out and closed the door behind her. After about five minutes there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Mom told the person standing on the other side of the door. A man, in his maybe late forty's, walked into the room. I recognized him to be Dr. Carver. He stood at the end of the bed in front of me but also facing towards mom and Max. He held a clipboard in his hands. Most likely the result of my various test's I've had in the past couple days.
"Well the rest of the tests have come back a few hours ago. I studied them carefully and I found an abnormality with your blood cells which seem to be cancerous." The room seemed to freeze. Did he just say cancerous? "Thankfully since we've caught it early there are steps that we can take to get you better. The types of leukemia most likely to occur in teens are acute lymphocytic leukemia (ALL) and acute myelogenous leukemia (AML). With treatment, most patients with ALL and many patients with AML are free of the disease without reoccurrence. You have nothing to be worried about because we're going to take care of you." After that I stopped listening even though I knew Dr. Carver was explaining the process I would have to go through.
Looking over to mom I saw that she was the only one listening intently. Max looked scared which wasn't a face I ever saw on her.
"Thank you so much Dr. Carver." My mom finally said standing, shaking his hand.
"You're welcome Dr. Martinez. If you have any more question that need to be answered just give my office a call or email. I'll schedule Ella's first treatment and let you know when it is." She shook her head and thanked him once again. In a daze the three of us walked out of the hospital and to the car. Automatically I got into the back seat.
Throughout the whole ride nobody spoke. I guess there was nothing to say. It seemed like the ride was longer than usual and the further away from the hospital we got the harder it was for me to breath.
When we finally reached home Max was the first to get out of the car slamming the door shut. Mom turned around to me and laid her hand on mine.
"Thank you for being strong Ella." Did it seriously seem like I was being strong? I'm scared to death (no pun intended) and she thinks I'm being strong? But I didn't want to discourage her so I just shook my head. Then she got out of the car leaving me to sit by myself in peace.
When you're told you have cancer, so many thoughts run through your head. I wasn't even sure which thought to think about first. When I was fully able to think just one thought at a time the first thought was, "Why did this happen to me?" The basic question that everybody asks, if something bad happens to them. Then I wondered how I was going to survive through all of this. There was nobody I knew who be able to sympathize of even know how I felt. Thankfully I had mom, Max, and my best friend Nudge but none of them would be able to understand.
When it seemed like I had been sitting in the car for a few hours I decided to go inside. I mean I would have to sooner or later. Walking up the sidewalk seemed different. Stepping into the house I have lived in for ten years also seemed different. It felt like the mood was a lot heavier than it usually was. I closed the door behind me and ran up to my room.
My room was my sanctuary. The only place I could be left alone. The walls were a very pretty purple as was most of the stuff in my room. I walked straight over to my window seat and sat down leaning my head against the cool glass. I closed my eyes praying sleep would come soon. The last thought that ran through my head before sleep over came me was, "What am I going to do?"