Note: Thanks for the overwhelming responses guys! I really appreciate all the reviews. I also love constructive criticism…I researched ALL and chemotherapy a bit to put into this chapter. It's really hard, what those kids go through. So I thought form the Doctor's point of view, what they would say, I also put that in this chapter. If you guys have ideas, feel free to comment. I wasn't really going to go anywhere with this story, but I'm getting ideas for a plot to happen. Thanks again guys, you're the bestest! group hug, hands everyone a cookie haha.
"Gabriella Montez, can we please see you in the back?" Gabriella remained silent as she headed towards guaranteed pain, her Mother following her, Ms. Montez's arm wrapped around Gabriella.
"Alright, Gabi, we will tell you everything we do before we do it, okay? No surprises, if you want."
Gabriella just nodded. She was choked up with tears. Why her? She couldn't think of any reason why she deserved something as horrible as this. Nobody did, in fact, she thought.
'Okay, we are going to use a Portacath, Gabriella. This port shaped like a cone is going to be surgically put under your skin, in your collar bone. This is the best product right now, because there's a low risk of infection and because of the long term viability as well. All right with you guys?"
Personally she didn't even really care. She just wanted this over with.
"We are making her dosage scheme as high as we possibly can, Ms. Montez, as much as we believe she can tolerate, because we want her in remission ASAP, of course." The doctor, whose nametag read Dr. Jenkins, informed Ms. Montez.
"Alright. Whatever you can do to make my Gabi feel better, that's what I want." Ms. Montez hugged Gabriella.
Gabriella didn't want to be here. She wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. She herself was not known for being good with needles. She had passed out before when she'd gotten IV's…and now she's getting some weirdo cone thing in her collar bone? No sir…that wasn't the most fun thing she could think of doing.
She let her mind drift off. She thought of her boyfriend…now, ex-boyfriend, Troy. She had hung up on him last night. She didn't really want to talk to him. She actually didn't want to talk to any of her friends.
She ran her fingers through her hair, then sighed. Another thing she would lose, she was sure. She had ct them short after the winter musical, for the summer, so they weren't lock, but still, she'd prefer to not be bald. But who cared? Not her. As of right now, probably no one was even thinking about her.
Meanwhile, at East High, Troy was searching the halls. He hadn't seen Gabriella at all. He ran into Taylor. "Hey, Tay, have you seen Gabriella at all? I don't think she's here today…"
Taylor shook her head. "I haven't. Maybe she's still sick."
"I'm sort of suspicious." Troy spoke. "She looked like she had a bit more than the flu. Maybe it's just me, but I sensed something really bad. I don't know, it's just a feeling, I guess."
"Yeah, well-" The bell ran, interrupting their conversation. "Look, we have to get to class. She'll probably be in school tomorrow." Taylor and Troy ran down the hallways to homeroom.
"Okay, Gabriella, just close your eyes and imagine yourself in your favorite place in the world." The surgery was beginning. One hand was grasping to her Mother's; the other, to her hospital gowns. She closed her eyes and suddenly she was singing with Troy on the stage at East High.
They were dancing, too. He was spinning her, smiling at her with his deep liquid eyes, her curls bounced, her dress flounced, and everything was perfect. And she was spinning faster, faster, even faster…
Everything hurt. She felt in complete pain. Was she dead? No, because if she was dead, she'd probably feel no pain. She was probably barely alive…then she remembered. She was probably finished chemotherapy.
She opened her eyelids, slowly, because pain shot up to that area. She managed to flutter them open, somehow, and she saw her Mother's face looking at her. Very worried, but looking happy to see her awake.
"Hey, Gabi." She wanted to hug her Mom so bad, but it was a challenge just to open here eyes.
Dr. Kuros came to her room. "Hey, it's our little champion. You did great, Gabriella. You're one of the best kids we've ever treated, and it was only your first time! You'll be a pro!" The middle aged man headed down the hallway after waving bye to her.
"Are you okay, Gabriella?" She couldn't speak. She wanted to clutch her throat, but she had no strength yet. She just managed to bob her head up and down slightly. Yeah, even though she couldn't really move or anything, she never felt better, she thought sarcastically. Never been better.
She just wanted to go back home. Home, sweet, home.
Or, even better, she wished she was at school right now, and that this whole thing had never happened.