A/N: Sorry I practically ditched this story! Ugh! Anyway, I'm back and have been writing all week!
Terminal. Terminal.
Why was I even thinking about this? Everyone had to die sometime, not that we all believed it. Rose and Ethan were asleep in the chair next to my bed. Ethan looked peaceful whereas Rose had cried herself to sleep. Her eyes were red and puffy.
I threw the blanket over the edge of the bed, adjusted my hospital gown and got out of the bed. I didn't want to stay in bed. I was going to find a doctor and ask to get the hell out of here. If I was going to die, it wasn't going to be in a hospital. No freaking way.
As I made my way to the door, I heard Rose gasp slightly. "Where are you going?" she asked. I turned to face her. "I'm going to get a doctor," I said as if it was the most normal thing ever. "God, Eliza! You're supposed to be resting! Let me do it!," she said. She adjust Ethan so that he was lying down on the chair. She was at my side instantly, bringing me back to the bed. I'd figured she'd been through enough. I didn't argue with her.
"Fine. Will you get the doctor? I have to ask him something," I said. Rose nodded and left the room. I watched as Ethan slept soundly. I couldn't believe I was going to miss this. Ethan was going to grow up not knowing either of his parents. I didn't want that for him.
Rose returned with the doctor, and I quickly said, "I want to go home!" "We're sorry, but you can't leave. We found a brain tumor. Unfortunately we don't have enough money or equipment to perform such a dangerous, but helpful procedure," the Doctor apologized.
"I want to die in my own home, not a hospital!" I snapped. "I understand your frustration, Miss Ryan, but policy is policy," he said. "Screw the policy and send me home!" I said. "Miss Ryan, I can't," he said, looking uncomfortable. I got out of the bed, and walked up to the Doctor. "Don't you understand? This is harder on them than it is on me! I don't want them to watch me wither away in a freaking hospital bed because I have no choice!
"If anyone should suffer, it should be me, in my own home!" I argued. The doctor was slightly outraged, but finally caved. "Fine. I'll sign you out in a little while," he said, leaving the room.
"Eliza, it'd be much safer to stay here! I have no experience!" Rose said, her voice hoarse. "Rose, I don't either, but I'm not dying in a hospital, that's too creepy!" I said. "And dying at home isn't?" she asked. I pondered on the thought. "At least I know what home is…" I said. Rose looked at me with sympathy, but complied.
I sat back down on the bed, and Rose handed me Ethan. I looked at the "Little Tommy" and smiled. I was going to miss him… I just hope he'd miss me too.
A/N: So sorry that was short! Curfew AND writer's block! I'll work more on it later! :D