I might post another chapter today, since this one's pretty short. Jacob's POV will be back in the next chapter.
Nessie POV
I wake up late that night, feeling like I'm going to throw up. I run to the bathroom and sure enough, as soon as I bend over the toilet I gag.
But what comes out is red.
I'm throwing up blood.
Almost immediately as this realization hits, Grandpas at my side.
"We need to get you to the hospital."
I retch again, more blood. Grandpa picks me and as carefully as possible, carries me downstairs and into a car parked out front.
"Jacob!" I remember, he's still sleeping in my room.
Dad who I didn't even realize was beside me, is gone in a second.
I reach up to wipe my nose, its running, and my sleeve comes away red to.
"They'll be right behind us Nessie, your losing to much blood, we need to go now." Grandpa says before taking off down the driveway.
I feel my self slowly losing consciousness, and struggle to keep my eyes open, to keep my self awake.
"Hold on Ness, we're almost there." Grandpa tries to call to me, tries to encourage me. But by then my head is spinning and the only way to keep my self from falling over is to just lie down in the back seat.
As soon as my head hits the cold leather I close my eyes and give in because I'm to tired to fight it.
I finally come to again, back in the hospital room.
I suppress a sob. This week was supposed to be spent with my family, at home, actually happy. Not back in the hospital.
a hand squeezes around mine, and I look to my side to see Jacob watching me intently. I instantly pull my self together, I can't show him how sad this makes me, or he'll be sad to. And that's just worse.
Then I look around and see that everyone, the whole family, is here.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. "I-"
"Its not your fault Renesmee," Dad says, cutting me off.
I still feel bad, whether it was my fault or not. Barely anyone got to spend time with me, and now they won't get a chance.
"What happened?" I ask.
"You had a low platelet count." Grandpa tells me. When he sees my confused face he adds "Platelets help the blood to clot when your injured."
I don't really want to ask about what comes next, more chemo? Some other, terrible treatment? Nothing, just wait to die? But I need to know. "What now?"
"We're giving you platelets through your IV, but other then that, nothing. We wait for your next chemotherapy session and hope someone comes up on the bone marrow list."
Oh poor Nessie, this was so sad to write. We're getting close to the ending! Comment, follow, favorite!
