A.N. Hey kids, this is the chappie you've all been waiting for! I own nothing except for the story line….and be prepared to cry, kiddoes, cuz it's about to get real sad, real fast! Read and Review! Thx!
Zach POV:
I open my eyes, and all I see is white. White sheet, white walls, white tiles. The only color comes from a monitor to my right, which shows a zigzagging red line. The monitor starts beeping as I stretch out my legs, and a chubby, blonde woman with a nametag that says Dr. Blakely.
"Hello, Mr. Goode, " Dr, Blakely says. "I trust you're comfortable?"
I nod my head. " Yeah, I'm fine."
"No, you're not, Mr. Goode. You were in an accident, and you broke four of your ribs. And that's the good news. "
I hold my breath, waiting for the bad news. "Do you know what a Brain Hemhorrhage is?" Dr. Blakely asks me. I shake my head. "It's generally caused by head trauma. It happens when a blood vessel in the brain bursts. The blood starts to pool, affecting the tissue and the normal blood circulation to the brain. It can cause an anyerusim, and most patients die. I'm so sorry, Mr. Goode, but with there's only so much we can do. And with the hemhorrage already so developed, I'm afraid you probably won't live to see your next birthday.
"So how long do I have?" I say, surprised at how calm I am.
"If you're lucky? Six months. If we're talking realistically? Maybe three weeks. Most likely? Seven days. We can prolong it if you're comfortable with staying in ICU"
I cut her off. "No. I'm not going spend my last week in a hospital room."
"Are you sure, Mr. Goode? We can release you later today if you're positive, but this could be the last chance you have."
"I'm postivie, but, can I call someone?" I ask.
Five minutes later, Macey McHenry walks into the room.
"Don't expect me to cry over you," she says flatly.
"Look, Macey, I'm gonna die. I probably won't live longer than a week. " I say. I can see her face change, the horror and sadness in her eyes.
"A week?" she asks, her voice shaking.
I nod. " And no matter what I did, I can't die without Cammie. Without knowing that she forgives and loves me. So, I'm asking for your help."
Macey sits down and runs her fingers through her short black hair. " What do you mean?"
"I mean, you need to help me get Cammie back. I don't care if you hate me, or if you think that I deserve this. I can't die without her. Please, Macey. With all the crap I put her through, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't serious. I need her, Macey. Please."
"Fine, Zach. I'll help you. But only because you're right. You can't die without her." Macey gets up and walks out of the room, leaving me smiling. Although I'm gonna die, I will die with Cammie loving me. And her love, her smiles, her trust, is worth death.
A.N. So whatcha think, duckies? Sad? Please review and tell me, especially if you cried, because I would like to know if this was as heartbreaking for you to read as it was for me to write….five reviews til next chap. Bye!