Hello,

There are a few things I forgot to mention on Friday:

- First, this book is set a year after Captivating Cami.

- Secondly, this book is rated T although I do not actually think it needs to be rated this high. I have only rated it this because there might be the occasional swear word just in case people are wondering :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Joss Stirling's characters :)

Georgia,X

I stayed the night at the hospital, mostly because I couldn't be bothered to walk back to the orphanage just to get shouted at for leaving. I mean they are supposed to be the ones that look after me and make sure that I take all my tablets and shit but no they really couldn't care less. So when I am rushed to hospital all they care to do when I get back is shout. I growled at the thought of the tacky staff, I felt sorry for the other kids, some of them were only babies, they had years left until they could leave that hell hole.

I had been there since I was four. My parents had died in a car crash. The only thing that I have left of them is a locket with a family photo inside. I always have it with me but I am always told to take it off for operations so I just keep it close. The photo is of my mum, my dad and my younger sister. I don't know where she is, if she is alive or dead, I just hope she isn't in a crappy orphanage like me.

To be honest I would rather stay in this hospital 24/7 than stay another night over there. Of course none of the other children felt sorry for me. None of them are really my friends. No one wants to be friends with the older girl who has cancer. Oh yeah, I have cancer. Leukaemia if your asking me to be specific. I know it's not exactly the teenage life I would of liked to have experienced but at least I have one. I hate it when you hear kids who moan constantly about how shit there life is. I hate it because there are some people who don't get to live longer than the age of five. There are some people who are sicker than me. So the fact that I am alive, cancer or no cancer, I am grateful.

So today I am just spending the day in here which is okay because they wouldn't use my room even if there was a high demand for beds. I smiled as I looked around my room. The doctors had said I could decorate the room as soon as they found out I had leukaemia. I choose baby pink walls, being eleven at the time, but to be honest I still wouldn't change them now. Around the room were a few signs that spelt out my name as well as a massive one that was stuck onto my door along with thousands of stickers of celebrities I used to like when I was younger, one of then being the Jonas brothers. I know it's cringe worthy.

It's weird when I think that I have been in and out of this small building since the age of eleven. I must be one of the longest surviving cancer patients ever to have existed. The doctors say I wasn't supposed to last much longer that four years because of how severe my leukaemia is. But here I am. Surviving. However despite the many years of being ill I am still not cured. We have tried chemotherapy, bone marrow transplants, white blood cells transplants, etc... I start chemotherapy again in a few days which means I get to loose all my hair.. again.

I have lost count of all the times I have lost my hair, it never gets to grow very long before I have to start the whole cycle again. It was a painful at first but I have got used to all the stupid comments off stupid bitches who think the whole word revolves around them. My hair changes every single time it grows back. This time it's wavy and blonde that just falls past my shoulders. I like having blonde hair because it makes the golden specks in my eyes stand out. I have big grey eyes that immediately catch your attention when you look at me. I'm not quite sure weather that's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm small too. I stand at around 5ft 1, I never did get to complete growing, all the operations I have had have made sure of that, so I am stuck forever small.

I was too busy listening to my internal monologue that I didn't see nurse Nancy ( that's not really her name I just call her that because she acts like her and she looks like a Nancy). She was waving her hand back an forth in front of my face, I looked up at her with a confused expression.

"You have a visitor honey" She said.

Visitor? I never get visitors, not even when I have had a serious operation or when I have been restricted from leaving for a week or two. I never ever get visitors. And I mean never.

It must have been clear on my face because nurse Nancy started to laugh. "You want to see him?" She managed. I just nodded still not over the shock. She laughed again and left to go get him. Him? A male is coming to see me? A male? Oh god, what am I turning in to? I pursed my lips and waited.

After what seemed like a very long ten seconds the door flung open to reveal.. Will? The boy from yesterday. I straightened up at the sight of him, manoeuvring myself until I was sitting cross-legged on my bed. I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy that he was here. I know I had only met him yesterday but he had talked to me, he had stayed when I told him to leave, he had come to see me. And for once I found a genuine reason to smile.

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