Hello persons!
I had this idea, and I just HAD to put it down. It's very sad, or I'll try to make it that way. I wanna wait for 5 comments until I make a second chapter.
"Thank you Dr. Arnold." Ally said, looking down. "Of course, Miss Dawson. I'll need to see you next week for a check up."
Ally was still looking down. "Yes ma'am." she replied. The doctor handed her the folder. "Thank you." Ally said.
She walked out of room B145 and out of North Miami Hospital. And all of a sudden, she starts crying. Her make-up starts to drain.
She went to a gas station restroom. She grabbed a make-up remover wipe and scrubbed her face. She looked in the mirror. Her eyes were still puffy, but that will have to do. She didn't have any spare make-up.
She started walking again. She wasn't paying attention which direction she was going. She went left, then right, then left again. She was just about to break down from walking for three hours and being light headed. And what do you know, it starts raining.
Twenty minutes later, she's drenched. Her leather jacket is probably ruined and her jeans will take forever to dry off. She was now freezing, clutching her jacked sleeves for warmth, as if it helped.
The folder, on the other hand, was in her backpack, nice and dry. Good, because it contains important information.
She looked around…
She knew where she was. She's been here millions of times before. Just… one street down.
"Ally?" She heard a familiar voice come from behind her. She turned around and saw Austin standing right there, in his shorts and T-shirt. He had a concerned look on his face. "What's wro-"
Ally interrupted him by running to him with an amorous hug. "Austin, Austin Austin Austin Austin!" She murmured into his shirt. Austin just picked her up bridal style to his house, that one street down.
When they got there, Ally was fast asleep in his arms. He got a towel from the coat closet and dried her off the best he could. He set her on his bed and covered her with the blanket.
Austin then realized that she still had her backpack on. He slowly took it off her shoulders and set it down right beside the bed.
He looked at Ally. "What happened?" he thought. "Why is my best friend in such a bad position?"
He saw something poking out of her backpack. It said " iami hospital". He pulled it out. "North Miami Hospital". Why was she in the hospital? He wanted to open it, but he believes it's private. But his curiosity got the best of him, and he opened the folder. He pulled out a sheet of paper, and scanned it.
One part caught his eye. He read it over and over again. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't!
Allyson Marie Dawson has been diagnosed with Malignant Cancer.
Aww, did you hear that?
It's sooo sad! I dreamt it during a unexpected nap. I thought it would make a great fanfiction that would get your feels on.
What do you think? Should I continue? I wanna wait for 5 comments until I make a second chapter, like I said up there.