Chapter Four:
Jace POV:
I've been in the hospital for about 2 days now. They wanted to keep me here for observations in case it happened again. I guess this was it. There was no donor and there was no hope, but I really wish there was. For the first time in months I wanted to live, I wanted to beat this, but I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
"Hey honey. How are you feeling?" My mom entered the room.
"I've been better." I look down towards my hands and start playing with the sheets.
"Well, your doctor is a very lovely women, although she could be my daughter. She promised she'd do everything she could to help, and I have nothing but absolute faith in her." She smiled and pulled a chair up next to my bed.
"Is she the one who has to release me?"
"Yes, but she wanted to keep you until at least tomorrow just to make sure everything was looking good." Just as she said that my doctor came in, and I couldn't believe it.
"Hello Mrs. Herondale, how are you today?" She smiled and I swear I could have died right then and there.
"I'm great doctor."
"Funny running into you again Jace." She said and smiled as she walked over to my bedside.
"You two know each other?" My mom had a shocked look on her face.
"We met the other day in the park." She said and I couldn't help but melt. "I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?"
"The bad news please." I said.
"It looks like the cancer is getting more aggressive. Its attacking your organs rather quickly." She had a sad look on her face, great I'm just going to disappoint her like everyone else in her life.
"And the good?"
"We found a donor." Shock. That was the only thing that my face could express.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No. It was a last minute find. It came in about an hour ago." She smiled at me and I just couldn't believe that this is happening.
"Can I meet the person? Or is it anonymous?"
"As of right now they want to keep it anonymous, but that could change." She smiled at me. "We have the procedure set up for later today. Is that alright with you?"
"Absolutely."
"Great. I'll have another doctor come in a couple hours to check up on you."
"Are you not going to be my doctor anymore?"
"I'm about 15 hours into my 12 hour shift, so I'll be leaving soon. Don't worry, Dr. Garraway is more than capable of being your doctor." She smiled and she left the room. I can't believe that this is happening. I can actually live.
