"The Other Side of Me"
By: HeadoverJonas4Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Camp Rock characters, except Joe. I do not own any of the Jonas Brothers songs, either, nor do I own any other songs I use in this story.
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Chapter 3: Brain Tumors, and Surgery
JPOV:
We all sat there in the hospital room, and looked as the doctor came in. Mitchie lay propped up by pillows, with Shane holding her hand. The doctor didn't look upset, but he also didn't look ecstatic either. I grabbed Nate's hand, and he clasped mine in his, with Nate here I felt reassured. I was glad that it wasn't me in the hospital bed this time, seeing as how I have had way too many visits there to last me a while, but I was still really worried about Mitchie.
"Well, the scans show that you have a benign brain tumor that is pressing on your frontal lobes. The good news is, is that we can remove the tumor without any damage, the bad news is, is that you'll miss about a week or so from school, to recover." He said.
With this, my body relaxed, and Nate put his arms around me, and held me close. He then kissed the top of my head. Our mother began to cry in our father's arms, and Shane had tears brimming his eyes.
"When will you take me into surgery?" Mitchie asked, trying not to cry.
"As soon as possible, within the next half hour." The doctor said, and with that he left the room to check on other patients.
Jason went and bribed the nurses again, with back stage passes, to let Shane spend the night with Mitchie. Then he came back, and we talked about what we'd do when Mitchie was better. Soon the nurses came in and wheeled Mitchie away. Shane and our parents followed her saying their "I love you's" and "See you when you get out's". I couldn't take the suffocation of worry that was surrounding everyone in the room. I walked out of the room, as fast as I could, without running. I walked down the hall, unsure of whether or not Nate had followed me, he had. I sat down, and pulled my legs to my chest, just like the first day we met. Although this time, I wasn't crying.
"She's going to be ok." He said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because I have faith, and she is a strong person. She's determined and is a fighter. Do you want to pray with me?" He asked.
Nate knew I had never been much of a religious person, and I didn't know how to pray. I had gone to church like once, and that was about it. I believed that I would wait until marriage to have sex, with my husband, but other than that, I didn't really believe in the whole father, son, and Holy Ghost.
"I don't know how." I said.
"It's easy, just listen to what I say, and focus your thoughts on Mitchie, and her getting better ok?" He asked.
"I'll try." I replied.
Nate put his hands together, and I followed him, then he closed his eyes, and his voice began to resonate from his throat. I bent my head down, and thought about Mitchie, and wanting my sister to live.
"Please God, keep your thoughts on Michelle Torres, and ensure that she makes it through her surgery. Also please make sure that she gets better, and her tumor doesn't come back. Amen." He said.
"Amen." I replied.
I stood up to go and find the others when he pulled me into a hug. With that swift movement, I broke down, and began to cry. The sobs racked my body, and Nate just held me close, and rubbed his hand up and down my back in a soothing manner. I don't know what came over me, but I pulled away from Nate, and started to yell at him, and hit him with my fists.
"It's not fair, she shouldn't have a tumor. Why her?" I yelled.
Nate pulled me into a hug again, and began to make circles on my back with his hand to soothe me. He whispered in my ear.
"It's going to be ok. She'll be fine. Please stop crying." He kept saying over and over.
He sat me down, and settled me down. I realized I was getting tired, and would have to go to school the very next day. I fell asleep in his arms, and didn't even realize he had picked me up, and carried me into Mitchie's room. By the time I woke up, I was in my own bed in my own house. It was morning. The alarm beeped with in the next minute, and both Caitlyn and I got up. I let her have the shower first this morning, and I picked out my outfit, the boys were picking us up, in about an hour. Soon Caitlyn was out of the shower, and I let the luke warm water cascade down my hair and back. I quickly got out, and got dressed, and then the boys beeped their horn. It was time to go to school. It would be weird without Mitchie.
Caitlyn and I hurried out to the blue convertible, and Caitlyn stopped dead in her tracks, I ran into her, and saw what she was staring at. I burst out laughing, and fell down to the ground I was laughing so hard. It was the sight before my eyes, which were so funny.