Follow Your Veins – Chapter 4

Hi, I'm Bmdrwho12 and this is my first Fanfiction story so please only constructive critisism thank you. This story is a cancer story and please only read this if you are older than 13 (and maybe a female) because there are lots of cancer and body things and I dont know if kids would want to read it.

Summary: Katniss Everdeen. A singer. Youtuber. And now is fighting a different battle, one against her body. Join her as she tries to overcome an adversity that she can't get away from. K/P - A Cancer Story

A/N: I Do Not own The Hunger games or any of the characters except the character of my own imagination

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I sat in the waiting room at Connect again 3 days later, next to my mother, for the CT scan. I quickly whipped out my phone and texted Prim Katniss: Hey Prim what are you doing? Prim: Nothing just studying, when's your CT scan? Katniss: Soon I think, I have to go now a doctor lady is coming over now. Prim: Ok bye! Hope it goes well. I looked up from my phone to see the doctor handing my mother a bottle and a plastic cup and said drink it every 15 minutes. "Katniss you have to drink this liquid for the CT scan, it tastes a little gross but it's fine, and you have to drink it in 15 minute intervals"

My mother said pouring about ¼ of the thick white liquid into the cup. She then gave it to me and told me to drink it in 5 minutes, so I took a sip and gagged, it tasted like gross milk and looked like it too but there was also a little taste of artificial oranges in it. And to top it off the liquid was so thick you could barely swallow it. And in the next 1 hour I drank to whole bottle resisting the urge to spit it out every time I sipped it. After the bottle was empty I had to wait a little while longer while it passed to my stomach and it would take effect. The CT professional then called my name and asked us to come with her.

She led me to a large room with a window that viewed another room that had the CT scanner inside it. She told me to take off any jewellery or metal objects and then opened the door and told me to lie down on the bed and do what the machine tells me to do. When I did the machine started whirring and the bed moved towards a large doughnut shaped machine, as the bed moved closer a computerised voice said 'Breathe' wait what? Am I supposed to breathe now? Then a few seconds later the voice said 'hold' so I held my breath as I went into the middle of the doughnut, the scanner taking pictures of my organs and that stupid 'abdominal mass'. For the past few days nobody really explained what an 'abdominal mass' was, so I used the ever-present Google, to find out what it was.

Apparently it is a large accumulation of stuff and depending on the composition it can be either liquid (ew) or solid (even more gross) or a mixture of both of them. They can even have hair or teeth inside of them! An abdominal mass can either mean a cyst or tumour but it's very unlikely that the thing that I have is cancerous because ovarian cancer usually affects females over 50.

My mother didn't want me researching about it because she thinks the more I find out about it the worse it will get, if that makes sense. The bed went into the doughnut one more time and the voice instructed me to hold my breath again, for about 30 seconds. The whirring stoped and the bed came to a standstill; I sat up and saw my mother talking to that CT lady, I couldn't hear anything though, I think the glass was sound proof. I don't know why the doctors wouldn't want me to hear though.

The lady motioned for me to leave the room and gave me back my metal bracelet and told us to wait for the pictures to print. We sat in the waiting room and went through the whole process again, mum getting the pictures and me confronting her but this time she didn't tell me about it. She said we have to get a professional to read it apparently.

A few days later I thought the pain was getting less frequent and it might be leaving so I told my mother about it. "Mother the pain is a little less frequent now; do you think it's leaving?" I asked, my mother pursed her lips "Maybe well have to wait and see" she said and left it at that. As I got ready for bed and lied down I felt this weird pressure in my pelvis but just left it and took a Panadol hoping it would leave and help me sleep.

But when I woke up at around 3 in the morning I knew something wasn't right, my body was shaking and I was shivery and cold but my head felt boiling. I sat up and half crawled to my mother's room because of the pain in my abdomen. I stood up and opened the door half leaning on the frame. "Mum something's wrong" I said when she woke up. "It really hurts" I croaked out and took a step towards her but as I did a wave of dizziness came over me and I collapsed to the floor like a pile of bones.