Chapter 3

The next morning went routinely. I got dressed in street clothes so I could pretend I came for the treatment and didn't live here.

I put on a dark grey top and skirt with a red wool sweater, tights, socks and boots and headed to the chemo room.

I hated going. It was too sad. My first time people shared stories and some tried to 'help' me, give me advice. Though I took in what they said, I didn't like that atmosphere. A room full of dying. So I asked to be placed in one where there were partitions and curtains so I could have privacy.

I let a nurse know I was there for a session and sat in a seat. Later someone hooked me up to the chemo. It's strange how you have to poison yourself to kill something inside you, that was you, out of control. I was afraid of it, of what would happen, what it would do. Now I sit back, get comfortable and meditate. It may be hurting me but it was part of the battle. I had to let it do it's part and then I'd do mine.

I had to almost move in here, bringing a blanket because it's always cold in the hospital, snacks and a book to pass the time. Four hours. And soon after I would be feeling awful again.

"Hey, bells," I heard above me.

"Hey, dad," He pulled a chair close and sat next to me.

"Your mom got held up at work so you're stuck with me," He said. I giggled.

"What's up at work? How's Waylon and Mark?"

"Good, they're good. They made me bring these for you," He pulled out a little basket full of different types of candy and a baby sized teddy bear with a red bow.

"Aw, these are great," I said. The gift shop here really needed some work.

"Caught any bad guys lately?"

"Just some trouble makers, thankfully." Our small talk pretty much ended there and we sat quietly.

"Do you want to visit La Push some time? See the guys at the station?"

"Maybe, yeah." Dad was silent for a moment.

"Are you going to ask for permission to go out when you feel better?" He said. I sighed. The beach was nice, Billy and his son Jacob were nice too, I know he wanted me to see them again. I hadn't since the diagnosis.

"Do they even want to see me?"

"Of course they do,"

"Dad, they knew me when I was healthy. I'm sure I look different now."

"You don't have to meet them Bella. You've been in here nearly a year and haven't gone out beyond the grounds. Maybe things outside have changed, shouldn't you witness those changes yourself?"

"I think it's pointless. But yeah, would be nice to go swimming."

Dad and versus each other til the bag of fluid was depleted. Dad went off somewhere and I told him I'd go up to my room later. I went into the garden in the middle of the hospital. In the center of the hospital grounds was a large area with benches, trees and flower patches. It was normally empty, since it was actually for patients. But there was somebody there today, deep inside. He...he could be Carlisle's son. Same pale skin and but his eyes were darker like an orange ember. He looked lost in thought but he heard me coming despite my efforts to approach quietly. You would think he was scowling at me, but there was deep sorrow in his eyes, and he had dark circles as if he was up most nights.

"...hey, are you here for someone?" I nodded towards the building I came from. He shook his head slowly.

"No, I am waiting for my father, he's a doctor here." His nose flared slightly.

"Oh. That's good."

"You?" He asked. Ah, I like the sound and quality of his voice.

"No, I'm not here for someone." I sat on the opposite side of the bench. "What's your father's name, I could probably help you find him?" I scoffed at myself at my attempt to play detective.

"I know where he is, thank you." I looked at him again. My age, wearing all black, clean, fashionable clothing, but he sounded troubled. He was handsome even with those dark circles and lines. This look really does make you want to get to know someone. It's exactly like those attractive primary characters. He turned his head slightly and stared at me through the corners of his eyes.

"Alright, I'm off. I want to do some thinking in private too," I said and smirked. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

"What are you thinking?"

"I guess...if something is worth doing even if it doesn't change anything or make it better." His eyes moved away.

"Yes, that's I'm thinking about." My concern grew. If this is Carlisle's son, is he sick too?

"Even if I don't know the answer yet, I still believe doing it is the right one, because it's the one that works for me at the moment," I told him.

"...thank you," He said.

"Sure," I get up and walk to a different part of the garden with a patch of grass to lay on. I wanted to hang out here, enjoy this, before the symptoms began.

After a while I caught sight of the big kid swings that were empty of children now. I looked over to where the boy was sitting before mounting. He was walking away, towards the building where Carlisle would be.

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