Chapter 5
Meg POV
The next day I was listening to Kayla and Mara bicker about what music to listen to on the way home.
"It has to be Vanessa!" Kayla said with conviction.
"No! Little Wayne."
"V."
"Wayne."
"It's going to be Three Days Grace. Now shut up."
They were giving me a headache.
Both of them looked at me sheepishly ashamed before going back to the argument but in whispered tones.
Knock. Knock.
My doctor came striding in.
"How are you today, Meghan?"
"I'm okay. Feeling better than yesterday."
"That's great. I have some news. Would you like to hear it alone or with them in the room?"
"What ever it is, they can hear it. I have nothing to hide from them."
"You're not going to like this."
"Bring it."
"You've had a relapse. The leukemia is back."
My bright future fell out from under me. The headaches, fatigue, nausea and weightless; I just thought I was getting the flu but it was a relapse. The one thing I never wanted to have.
"Why? Why me?"
Kayla came to sit beside me on the bed and put an arm around my shoulders.
"I am very sorry Miss Pierce but it seems this time there is no possibility of remission."
I broke into hysterical sobbing.
Meg, everything will be all right." Kayla tried to comfort me.
"What's going on here?"
I gave Kay the WTH look.
"I called him when you first arrived here yesterday." Kay shrugged her shoulders.
I looked at Kevin standing in my doorway.
"We have to talk." My voice was gritty like sandpaper.
"What's wrong?" He was by my side in a second.
"Could you two leave? Please?"
Kayla and Mara silently walked out following my orders.
"Kevin." I looked into his shining hazel eyes. "I'm dying."