Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author Notes- Here we go, more story, sorry for the delay. Thanks to peanut for being my beta reader and making sure my words sound right.
Chapter 15- Mistake (Randy's POV)
I woke up feeling less than stellar. I'm not wholly surprised as I went to bed feeling just as bad. Taking a deep soothing breath, I fight down the slight nausea and change, heading for the top of the stairs. I take a moment at the top to catch my breath before entering the kitchen.
"Good morning sweetie." Mom says as she smiles.
"Morning." I reply attempting to stifle a yawn.
"Brad says you want to go to the game today." I know what she's doing, she's dancing around the real topic, with one that is close to it.
"Yeah." I reply simply.
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Mom," I sigh in frustration. "Please, I'm not helpless, I'm not contagious, I just want to go watch Brad play Soccer." She's quiet for a few moments before she nods her consent.
"All right, but if you feel bad at all, you let us know right away. Your dad and I will both be there, so one of us can take you home." I smile and nod in agreement.
"You got it."
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The game was more exciting than I thought it was going to be, and I must admit, I didn't give soccer a fair shot when I judged it. Mark turned to me suddenly.
"So Randy, where's my hot dog?" He ribs lightly, and I laugh.
"Wave him down." I reply fishing around in my pocket. I tried to cover up the sudden shot of pain, but failed. Both mom and Mark turned to me in concern.
"Honey?"
"Randy?" I gasped for just second to try and get my breathing under control, and found before I could even process how he did it, Brad standing in front of me, all three wearing identical looks of concern. I can't seem to get my breath back, and think to myself what bad timing this is. The chemo was known for on occasion causing brief bouts of pain as the dosages were kicking in.
"S'okay." I managed to sit upright once more.
"I don't think so, we're going home." Mom said in a tone that brooked no argument. Without a word, I stood, shooting an apologetic glance at Brad.
"Sorry....good luck!" I call as Mom drags me away, we pass Dad as we go, who had only just gotten there. He guessed what had happened.
"Do you want me to take him?"
"No that's okay, go sit with Mark, I'll take him."
"Is he okay?"
"He is standing right here you guys." I butt in, I hate it when they talk about me like I'm not there. They both glance at me before, Mom kisses dad on the cheek, and continues hauling me off to the car. Feeling a little nausea again I quickly wrenched my hand away from my mother. She turns to me surprised as I step back from her.
"Honey?"
"Wait a second." I reply, trying to take soothing breaths to squelch my nausea. She waits patiently. I'm feeling worse than before, sort of light headed and woozy. I realize with growing alarm that the nausea isn't going away, and coupled with the light headedness, I won't stay on my feet much longer.
"Mom?" I managed out, and she's by my side in an instant. "I think I may have made a mistake coming out here."
"Come on honey, I'll take you to the hospital." She helps me get to the car, and we make it just in time as when I am safely in the car, a pain shudders through me, and I pass out.
Okay another chapter done...since I left you guys on cliffhanger, I'll try and get chapter 16 out as fast as I can.
Author Notes- Here we go, more story, sorry for the delay. Thanks to peanut for being my beta reader and making sure my words sound right.
Chapter 15- Mistake (Randy's POV)
I woke up feeling less than stellar. I'm not wholly surprised as I went to bed feeling just as bad. Taking a deep soothing breath, I fight down the slight nausea and change, heading for the top of the stairs. I take a moment at the top to catch my breath before entering the kitchen.
"Good morning sweetie." Mom says as she smiles.
"Morning." I reply attempting to stifle a yawn.
"Brad says you want to go to the game today." I know what she's doing, she's dancing around the real topic, with one that is close to it.
"Yeah." I reply simply.
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Mom," I sigh in frustration. "Please, I'm not helpless, I'm not contagious, I just want to go watch Brad play Soccer." She's quiet for a few moments before she nods her consent.
"All right, but if you feel bad at all, you let us know right away. Your dad and I will both be there, so one of us can take you home." I smile and nod in agreement.
"You got it."
***********************************************************
The game was more exciting than I thought it was going to be, and I must admit, I didn't give soccer a fair shot when I judged it. Mark turned to me suddenly.
"So Randy, where's my hot dog?" He ribs lightly, and I laugh.
"Wave him down." I reply fishing around in my pocket. I tried to cover up the sudden shot of pain, but failed. Both mom and Mark turned to me in concern.
"Honey?"
"Randy?" I gasped for just second to try and get my breathing under control, and found before I could even process how he did it, Brad standing in front of me, all three wearing identical looks of concern. I can't seem to get my breath back, and think to myself what bad timing this is. The chemo was known for on occasion causing brief bouts of pain as the dosages were kicking in.
"S'okay." I managed to sit upright once more.
"I don't think so, we're going home." Mom said in a tone that brooked no argument. Without a word, I stood, shooting an apologetic glance at Brad.
"Sorry....good luck!" I call as Mom drags me away, we pass Dad as we go, who had only just gotten there. He guessed what had happened.
"Do you want me to take him?"
"No that's okay, go sit with Mark, I'll take him."
"Is he okay?"
"He is standing right here you guys." I butt in, I hate it when they talk about me like I'm not there. They both glance at me before, Mom kisses dad on the cheek, and continues hauling me off to the car. Feeling a little nausea again I quickly wrenched my hand away from my mother. She turns to me surprised as I step back from her.
"Honey?"
"Wait a second." I reply, trying to take soothing breaths to squelch my nausea. She waits patiently. I'm feeling worse than before, sort of light headed and woozy. I realize with growing alarm that the nausea isn't going away, and coupled with the light headedness, I won't stay on my feet much longer.
"Mom?" I managed out, and she's by my side in an instant. "I think I may have made a mistake coming out here."
"Come on honey, I'll take you to the hospital." She helps me get to the car, and we make it just in time as when I am safely in the car, a pain shudders through me, and I pass out.
Okay another chapter done...since I left you guys on cliffhanger, I'll try and get chapter 16 out as fast as I can.