A/N: I'm sorry I've neglected to update, but here it is, a tad fluffy. Thanks to Kate4ever12 and the guest for reviewing.
The song for this chapter is "Forever reign" by Newsboys.
Chapter 10
Lily
I hated hospitals. Not because they smell weird or because it reminds me of death, those are all cliché reason, I hate hospitals because they made me bored.
I was so bored that I had taken to singing all of the Queen songs I know to my roommate. I liked Queen, obviously, but by the way my older roommate was flinching, I'm taking it she didn't like it. Maybe she was blinking her eyes in tune with the song?
When the entire CFC YG burst into the room, I knew she would blow a gasket.
I was greeted with hugs, odd looks, flowers and, someone with brains must've thought of it, my laptop and music device. They prayed for me to get better (all of them holding hands, standing in a circle), for my bruised ribs to heal, and went on their way again. I put on a smile for them. But I wasn't happy.
Rory was the last to leave, after Hazel and Isaac made absolutely sure I was fine-ish, with a kiss on the forehead.
I watched his broad shoulders disappear from the room - they were going to pray for the other patients too.
I had something think in my hand, and I had no idea how it got there. Looking down I discovered it was a flower. It was a lily. Of course it was, and only Rory would be brave enough to do it.
The flower had no scent that I could pick up, but it was pretty. I was smiling down at it, but the smile didn't quite reach my eyes. I was happy, but I was sad too. Does that make sense?
"Well, I want to hear 'Bohemian Rhapsody' again," The woman next to me said, she was watching me, "Only sing it faster."
I grinned at her, set the lily on the bedside table, cleared my throat and sang, in my best annoying voice.
"Mammmaaa... Just killed a man..."
"Wow, your mom sounds violent." She said off-handedly. I grinned again. She didn't hate me after all, it seemed, because it was clear that she was trying to cheer me up.
"Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead!"
"You're a freaking gun?" She leaned away from me.
"Mamaaa... Life had just begun," That one hit a little close to home, "But now I've gone and thrown it all away..."
My silly voice was gone, I realised, and that last bit had come out softly. Cancer was a bitch. I shook my head, willing the burning sensation behind my eyes to go away
"I've heard enough of your mother, dear," She smiled, and I couldn't help but laugh. Seems like she'd been enjoying the free concert I had given. "You have a lovely voice, sweetie," She went on, "But perhaps you ought to use this talent in a way that doesn't make me cringe."
I frowned for a bit, and then a light bulb went off. Or on, rather.
"Can I still sing?"
"Just don't let it be some horrible song that somehow outlived its time." She answered.
"Queen will always be in time!" I argued.
"Girlie..."
"My name is Lily, not girlie! And that was a horrible rhyme, I realise." This time I cringed.
"Just sing already!" She urged. I grinned again. I chose my favourite song at that moment.
"You are good, You are good, when there's nothing good in me,
You are love, You are love, on display for all to see,
You are light, You are light, when the darkness closes in,
You are hope, You are hope, You have covered all my sin..."
I closed my eyes. This song was my favourite, and I usually threw in some vocals just to be dramatic about it. She was watching me, I knew. This time I sang loudly and I used the 'serious' voice.
"You are peace, You are peace, when my fear is crippling,
You are true, You are true, even in my wandering,
You are joy, You are joy, You're the reason that I sing,
You are life, You are life, in You death has lost its sting..."
And now the part that always made my entire body stand on end, made me excited and peaceful and feel loved all at the same time.
"And, oh, I'm running to Your arms! I'm running to Your arms! The riches of Your love, will always be enough! Nothing compares to Your embrace. Light of the world, forever reign!"
I heard my voice echo around me; it sounded good, and it sounded strange. I wasn't used to someone hearing me sing.
I took a breath, ready to sing the next part of the song, and applause erupted. I nearly fell off the bed as I jumped. My roommate was in tears, and the room suddenly had a lot more people in it than about a minute ago.
Nurses, the people from YG, other patients and their visitors. I saw Rory first, and his face was filled with wonder.
Hazel was also watching me, and her eyes were leaking tears onto her cheeks. She laughed and wiped her tears away.
Boy, why were all these people getting emotional? I laughed nervously and turned away from them. Well, this was interesting.
"They're gone," My roommate said, and I turned back to her. "That was rather spectacular, you know."
"And here I thought you hated me." I teased her. She laughed guiltily.
"I found your singing annoying, but what you just did was..." She was at a loss for words and her arms were gesturing wildly.
"Thank you, ma'am," I said, swinging my feet off the bed, "I know I'm not supposed to do anything, but I'm bored and I need to do something."
My chest hurt, but just a bit. I shuffled into my slippers, took a hold of the thing holding my IV drip and set out. They sometimes allowed the patients to sit outside or take a small walk.
The nurses saw me and started to protest, but then one said: "She isn't even supposed to be able to sit properly, and she's walking. I think we need to get the doctor here."
I just waved a hand at them and went outside. The night air was cool and there was a slight breeze in the area, but it felt good against my skin.
I sat down at a bench nearby. The lights outside the hospital were on and a few other patients were scattered outside with their visitors. My parents couldn't make it tonight, but I did see my mom this morning.
"Lily!" The voice was thick with relief, Rory came to a standstill next to me, "Hey."
"Hey," I replied, "Feel free to sit down, young man, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
He sat down next to me, so we were facing one another. He took a breath and took both of my hands in his. He scooted closer to me, and looked me in the eye.
"I know what you said, Lee, but I can't go on like this. I love you, and I know you don't want us to become more than we are, but you're not dead yet and having cancer doesn't automatically shorten your life. The fact that you're sitting here is a miracle, Lily, because your ribs are shot. Look at Hazel - she is cancer-free! It's a miracle! And, even if you don't believe in it, you are a miracle. You're my miracle..."
I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. He was taken aback, but I saw his eye close and he responded to the kiss.
When I pulled away, the smile on his face was priceless.
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