Chapter Six: The best and worst moment of my life

Maybe if I make up a story about that I throw up and I didn't feel well and that Abby and June helped me out our doctor would believe us. It's not exactly the truth but I didn't completely lie. It can be true, the room of June is opposite of mine. So She could've heard me if I did throw up. Besides I don't feel that good after spending almost one hour and a half decorating. My stomach is making me sick, I feel a bit nauseous, to be honest. I give June a kind of a sign. I hope she'll understand what I mean.

'Ladies, what are we doing this early walking through the corridors?' He says with a strict voice. June starts to talk. 'I woke up hearing some noise. I recognized it right away as a someone throwing up. I walked out of my room and saw the door of the bathroom open in Liv her room. So I went to help her. I couldn't do it on my own so I texted Abby to help me.' June explained to our doctor.

'First of all if that's what really happened you should've called for a nurse. Second, if Olivia did puked her goats out, she would be in her room now and not walking in the corridors, because she would feel too sick for that. So, who is going to explain that?' He asks. I can see in his eyes that he don't believe our story.

'We went to get her a clean shirt, I had one in my wardrobe.' Abigail explains.

'Don't waste your energy with your fake story and tell me the real reason why you are up at 4:30 AM walking through these corridors.' He says.

'Okay, fine. Today is the birthday of Pete and I and all of my friends thought it would be a fun idea to decorate his room a bit. So Liv and Abby helped me with it.' June confessed.

Doctor Johnson POV: She should now better than this, she knows in which way chemo is capable to ruin your immune system. She experienced it by herself. She shouldn't have gotten on this adventure. She risked her health more than she would ever know. Not only she risked her own health, she could've dragged Olivia with her. Olivia has had her first round of chemo yesterday. I don't want her to end up the same as my previous patient Ashley, she did the same. I know Olivia is not Ashley but I cannot stop thinking about her, I could've prevent it. I have to prevent that happened to Ashley isn't going to happen to Olivia. Ashley also started sneaking out in the nights, which begun the same as Olivia did inside this hospital. After that she left the hospital for hours. We had no clue where she went. Till after hours someone found her across the hospital on the street drunk outside a bar. She drank so much that chemo wasn't an option anymore. And when chemo isn't an option anymore you can try surgery. But Ashley so addicted to alcohol that we couldn't put her under anesthesia during surgery. That's no option, only surgery is possible with anesthesia. We talked many times to her, that she needed to stop drinking. Finally she stopped, she'd become a better person. We did the surgery, it failed. We weren't able to get the whole tumor out. We tried more rounds of chemo with stronger meds. It wouldn't help at all. The tumor didn't shrunk a millimetre, she became sicker and sicker. We had to tell her that we were not be able to cure her. She died within a couple days. Okay Liam, focus. This is NOT Ashley. This is Olivia, she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't, right?

'June, you are here longer than anyone. You know the ins and outs of chemo and the different ways your body can react. You should not having these crazy adventures in the middle of the night, certainly not after a round of chemo. You didn't risk to get sick yourself, but especially you risk it for Oli... Our doctor couldn't finish his sentence because I threw up. His shoes are covered with my stomach content.

I'm so so sorry, doctor Johnson. I stutter. 'You don't need to say sorry to me. I choose to become a doctor. This is one of the things you have to deal with as a pediatric doctor.' He smiles. 'Let's get you cleaned up.' He says. He helps me to walk that ten feet to my room, because I'm too weak to walk on my own. He cleans me up, offers me a new shirt out of my wardrobe and helps me in bed. Then covers my body with bed sheets. I'm going to give you some meds for the nausea through your IV. Your stomach isn't probably up to get meds by mouth.' He says while he gives me the medicines. 'It should be kicking in soon, get some sleep, you need it.' He says when he walks out of my room to Abby and June who were still watching us.

From a distance I hear him telling to Abigail that she has to go to bed also, she has an appointment with him at ten. To June he says that they're done talking for now but the conversation between June and him is going to continue tomorrow.

Although this ending of our little adventure wasn't what I expected to be. I really enjoyed our little sneak out of our beds tonight. We're all the same in here, there is no different between us. We all getting treated for diseases. We're still the patients in this hospital. That isn't going to change until we are cured. Some of us will never be cured. They are here to manage symptoms which are caused by their chronic illness from not getting worse. For some reason I feel like I'm blessed to meet all these people in here. This hospital brought me and my new friends together. Don't get me wrong I hate every single thing about my illness I really do. It sucks to being stuck in here while getting treatment. While my other friends from high school are still living their normal life. They have party after after party, drink alcohol which they aren't allowed to yet, they all having their drivers license or trying to get it. I miss that life, but I know they miss the most important you can get in life. They aren't really living. Sure they enjoy their days. They don't know what it is like to have an illness or having health issues. You only embrace life the most when your not as healthy as you should be. You know how cruel life can be, but you also know how beautiful life is. You choose to enjoy every moment in your day, no matter if that moment may happy or sad. You grab it, embrace it, enjoy it the most you can, then save it in your memory and never let go.

I enjoyed this night so much with my friends. Even that I got sick it doesn't matter. I felt for the first time since I am sick that I was just the normal girl who used to have the greatest grades at school and had nothing to worry about. Just for a few hours I wasn't the patient they needed to take care of. I was just the person who I was before I happened to end up here. I was just me. With these thoughts I fall asleep as the happiest girl on earth.

*Time skip*

I wake up by smelling something delicious. I look up to see next to my bed a tray with a glass of jus d'orange and a croissant with next to it a cup of butter and a slice of cheese. I look at my watch which says it is 08:34 AM. This breakfast smells damn good but it also makes me really nauseous. I try to eat a few bites, when I swallowed the last piece of the bite I got to run to the toilet. Where I throw up the three bites I ate. Damn it I couldn't hold the three bites I ate inside of me. After I throw up some more I cleaned myself up the best I could. I am not able to go back to my bed yet. Instead I decide to lie down on the cold bathroom floor. I feels quite comfortable I have to say. I hear someone walking in my room it's a guy. 'Sleep well princess!' He says and laughs evil. He injects something in my arm and punished me in my face before the world turns black.

Someone is gently shaking me. 'Honey, open your eyes for me.' I hear my mum saying. I would love to open my eyes, only there is no single part of my body that thinks about opening my eyes right now. 'Her eye is swollen and blue Howard, did someone do this?' 'Please, Liv!' My father begs. 'Howard, don't stand there, get someone in here NOW!' My mom yells at my dad.

Howard POV: I walk out of my daughters room as I pass the nurses station. All the nurses are gone, they must been helping other children I guess. I see a nurse walking in a closet. Before she does I got her attention when I wave to her. 'Can you help me?' He says vulnerable. 'Sir, what can I do for you?' The nurse asks gently. 'My daughter Liv in room 2073. She uhm.. She is..' I stutter. 'Sir, calm down. What happened?' She asks to me. As soon I start to talk I hear a man say 'Good morning mister Evans, nice to see you again.' That is my daughters doctor. He knows Olivia and her medical issues the best. He knows how to help her. I drown in my thoughts. 'Are you okay?' Mister Evans?' Her doctor asks. 'Mister?' He asks again. 'Sorry, what?' I ask confused. 'I asked if you were alright, sir.' 'Y.. you need to co.. come to my daughter, some.. something happ.. happened. We found her. She.. she doesn't respond. I don.. don't kn.. know what to do.' I say. He ran to Olivia her room where he found my wife crying in the bathroom.

Doctor Johnson POV: I was updating some charts of my patients when I see the father of Olivia talking to one of nurses. I can read the expression on her face, she can't follow anything what he is saying to her. I walk over to the nurses station and begin a conversation. 'Good morning mister Evans, nice to see you again.' He doesn't respond. He seems like he is drowning in a lot of thoughts. 'Are you okay?' Mister Evans?' I ask. 'Mister?' I ask again. 'Sorry, what?' He asks confused. 'I asked if you were alright, sir.' I ask concerned. 'Y.. you need to co.. come to my daughter, some.. something happ.. happened. We found her. She.. she doesn't respond. I don.. don't kn.. know what to do.' He stutters. I ran to room 2073 as fast as I could where I found her mum crying in the bathroom, next to her I see Liv unconscious, her eye is blue. She must've hit her head while she fell. 'We've got her, Madame and mister Evans I need you to take a step back so I can help Olivia.' I feel at her neck for a pulse. It is there. Thank god. I place my stethoscope on her chest. Her heart is beating well, a little fast tough. Her breathing is getting faster and faster. 'Nurse! I need some help in here!' I yell. Nurse Evylynn comes running in we lift Olivia up and lie her down in bed. While the nurses hook Liv up and place an oxygen mask on her face, I try to reassure her parents who are still watching and holding their breaths. 'She will be okay. Don't worry!' I say. I rush back to Liv, who is stirring. Her eyes flutter open. Then I hear these six words I wish I never had to hear.

'He will come back for me.'