Fix you

by rosalina2123

As I feel there is not enough stories about when Gus had cancer the first time I decided to post this. When Gus is first diagnosed with cancer,how will he deal with it, will he be OK? And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone, but it goes to waste Could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Harsh white pain fills my hip as I feel myself squirm, "shh Gus, stop it's almost over" I hear a nurse say as she pulls the white paper sheet back up onto my side. "god it hurts" I say as I feel my breathing pick up harshly, "shh I know, should we get his mom" she asks the doctor, putting a hand on my shoulder, "it might not be a bad idea" the doctor says. I see the nurse leave, and after a few minutes she comes back with my mom. My mom sits on a stool in front of me and she grabs my hand, "baby breathe, it's ok,just look at me" she says. I look at her and I feel the needle go in, they get what they need, and then take it out. They then put a bandage on my hip and roll me flat on my back. "OK sweetheart, all done, we'll get you discharged and home soon" the nurse says patting my knee, "OK" I say tiredly. Soon enough my mom helps me get dressed, and we go out to the front desk. I look out the window, and it's raining, dreary and wet, perfect fit for an unfitting dreary diagnosis. This all started not to long ago, a few weeks ago in fact, I was fine until I took a fall during practice, and then everything went downhill.

I feel my mom put her hand on my shoulder, "come on honey, lets get you home and resting, OK" she asks, "yeah" I say quietly. We go out to the car and she helps me get into the passenger seat. I lay my head back against the head rest, "ow" I wince, "shh we'll be home soon, I'll stop off at the store to get your meds though OK" she says squeezing my knee, "OK" I murmur. I close my eyes and I feel the car take off as the memory of how this all started comes back to me.

Flashback

Hot steam fills the bathroom as I step out of the shower and grab my towel. I look at myself in the mirror and the bruise is still there, purple and blue against my hip, still tender. I open the door and call for my mom, knowing she'll come. She comes soon enough, "is everything OK"she asks standing in the doorway, "i don't know, the bruise is still there" I say wincing as she approaches me and prods it, "how long has it been now" she asks, "two weeks, more or less" I say, "okay, I'll call the doctor in the morning, you feeling OK other than that" she asks putting a hand against my cheek, "I think so, just tired"I say, "lets get you dressed and to bed, OK"she asks taking my t shirt into her hand, "yeah" I say. She helps me into my t shirt and sweats, then we head to my bedroom. I look at the clock as I pull the covers down on my bed, it reads 10:30. I crawl into bed and she pulls the covers up to my chest, "good night baby, love you, I'll see you in the morning" she says gently kissing me on the forehead, "k, love you too" I say. She turns off the light and soon after I fall asleep, waiting for morning to come.