Hey lovely people. So I seen that a couple of people favorited/followed this story already and that honestly makes me so happy! And thank you to Lizett (guest), and RJRMovieFan for leaving kind reviews, it really made my day! I initially wanted to wait a little bit to drop this new chapter, as its very angsty and forms the main body of the plot. But I was too excited! Also, I'm thinking of adding a song or two to the A/N's, that I listen to when I'm writing, so you guys can get a feel for the emotion I'm trying to convey, so for this chapter I'm thinking;

Twenty One Pilots – Cancer

So without further ado…

(warning – this chapter contains mentions of illness and other sensitive subjects. Viewers discretion is advised)

Beca was nervous. There was no two ways about it. The pain and her hip and leg had woken her in the night, and it had only settled about 2 hours ago. The lack of sleep combined with the nerves had left her jittery, unable to sit still.

She was sat on her bed, glancing anxiously at the clock. 8:57am. Chloe should have been there 10 minutes ago. Beca had texted her several times, but no response came. Sighing, the small brunette decided that this was obviously something she had to do with or without Chloe. It hurt that the redhead was all but ignoring her, knowing that Beca was more anxious than she was letting on.

Pulling her boots and headphones, the small DJ made her way out of her dorm. There were a couple of other students milling around outside the Baker Hall entrance, but the overcast weather had scared away the masses. She made her way to the campus entrance, ready to hail a cab when a text notification pinged on her phone. Beca ignored it while trying to find a ride, reminding herself to look at it when she was settled in the cab.

The doctors waiting area was… sterile to say the least. It was completely devoid of any colour or character, save for the occasional poster about recognizing the signs of flu. The receptionist was no better. She sounded like she was reciting from a script – the Shakespeare kind that puts you to sleep instantly. Beca couldn't help the roll her eyes preformed.

Her leg was bouncing in place, the hands resting on them moving just as vigorously. There was no reason for her to be this nervous. Get it together Mitchell. Raking her hands through her hair, the brunette sat back, pulling her headphones out of her bag, already knowing which songs she wanted to mix. She could feel the calm expanding in her chest as she booted up her laptop, knowing she was getting herself worked up for nothing-

"Rebeca Mitchell, room 2." A voice announced over the speaker. Her anxiety instantly shot back up, forming a lump in her throat. With shaking hands, she packed her laptop and headphones back into her bag, trying to delay the inevitable walk to the office.

Ever since her mother died she had hated the doctors. The sterility of the rooms, the lingering smell of antiseptic covering the odor of infection and illness. The almost indisputable air of finality after a bad diagnosis. Beca knew it was stupid, but there was just an inevitability that she couldn't shake.

Pushing open the door, Beca was met with a kind, almost angelic face. Brown hair framed a pale, angular face. Her hazel eyes were soft and full of compassion – the edges creased as a beaming smile pulled her plump red lips taut over straight, white teeth. The smaller brunette was staring, and she knew it. But she couldn't move – couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman that was staring back at her.

"Hi! You must be Rebeca. I'm Dr. Carson. Its lovely to meet you." The doctor extended her hand. Beca shook her head, ridding her face of the star struck expression, reverting back to her resting bitch face.

"Uhh… Beca is fine. Nice to meet you too." She muttered, shaking the outstretched hand. The smile never wavered.

"Okay Beca. What can I do for you today?" Dr. Carson sat back in her chair, which cued Beca to sit in the one opposite. This was it.

"Okay umm… for a couple of months now I've had an ache – well more like a uhh pain in my knee and hip. More in my knee. It's been waking me up at night, and frankly its pissing me off." The younger girls' eyes widened. "I mean its umm… it's been annoying me and- "

"Beca relax. You don't have to filter your thoughts with me," the doctor smiled warmly. "Just tell me how it is. This is a safe space and I want to help."

The younger brunette visibly relaxed, feeling a sense of ease with this woman. "Okay."

Dr. Carson chuckled slightly, proceeding to pull on some latex gloves. "Okay, so what I'm going to do is ask you to sit yourself up on the bed and pull your pants leg up over your knee so I can take a look, okay?"

"Okay." Beca did as she was told pulling her sweatpants leg up over her knee. She knew something like this would happen, so she dressed appropriately.

Once she was settled, the young doctor approached and attentively pushed the material higher so she could access the area around the knee too. "Can you tell me where about it hurts? I don't want to hurt you too much by pressing on areas that are overly tender."

Beca was blushing furiously. "It just everywhere around the knee. I can't really uhh… pinpoint an exact spot."

"Okay that's fine. Just tell me if it becomes too much okay?" Beca nodded.

Dr. Carson proceeded to press down on different places on her knee. Some hurt more than others, but Beca gritted her teeth, not willing to show she was hurting. It all seemed too easy – perhaps a pulled muscle that was aggravated by Bella's practice, or just week muscle made apparent by the cardio she was enduring. Until one part of her knee seemed to catch the doctors' attention. Her brows furrowed as she pressed down a little harder, pulling an involuntary hiss from Beca. Hazel eyes met dark blue ones, and there was something there that put Beca on edge. Dr. Carson stepped back and grabbed a tool Beca recognized as a reflex hammer. The tall brunette proceeded to hit a spot on the smaller girls' knee, only getting a small reaction.

"Okay you can roll your pants leg down now. When you're ready just sit back in the chair." The doctor went over to the trash, pulling her gloves off and washing her hands. When she turned back around Beca was already perched on the chair, looking more anxious than when she arrived. Dr. Carson tried to plaster a smile on her face, but anyone could see it was forced.

"I've got a couple of questions, and it's important that they are answered as thoroughly as possible."

"Umm… okay."

"First question then," she smiled reassuringly. "Have you noticed any swelling or tenderness around the knee joint? More specifically around the bottom right of your knee?"

Beca thought back to the countless nights she had woken up, writhing in pain as her knee throbbed.

"Yeah I guess. It was always worse after practicing choreography with my acapella team." She blushed slightly at the admittance.

Dr. Carson jotted some notes down, eyebrows furrowing again. She looked back up and made eye contact with the younger girl.

"Do you have any family history of illness? Anything that you know of." This question threw Beca off, not willing to share the ordeal with anyone. But she knew it was important.

"Umm... yeah. My mom had Adenocarcinoma. She didn't make it." She added softly at the end. A look of pity flickered through the doctors' eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth she had come to recognise.

"Okay that's all the questions I have. Thank you for answering honestly." She lowered her voice. "I know it's not easy for you." Beca just nodded.

"Okay Miss Mitchell, it seems that you have a lump on your knee, more specifically on your tibia." The doctor pointed at the area she had been focused on earlier. "I'm hoping it's just a lipoma – a small build-up of cells and fat so to speak. But I want to send you for some tests just to rule out anything more malicious. Does this sound okay to you?"

Beca was shocked by this revelation. All she could do was nod, unable to process the information being thrown at her.

"We can book you in for an MRI today, but a biopsy and PET scan can be booked for tomorrow?"

Again Beca just nodded. It seemed that it was all she was able to do.

It had been 4 hours since they had finished the scan. 4 hours since Dr. Carson had said they'd be back in 3 hours. to confirm their suspicions that it was just a lipoma. But it had been 4 hours of agonizing waiting. 4 hours of just staring at the waiting room wall, willing the time to go faster. She had been here since 9:30am, and the clock now read 3:30pm. People would start to get suspicious if anyone cared. She was lucky in that sense.

"Beca Mitchell?" Dr. Carson called, eyeing the people in the room before her eyes landed on the tiny brunette, sat huddled in the corner. She stood up and followed the doctor back into the room.

"Hi again. Please take a seat." She watched the girl sit down cautiously.

"Hi" she replied quietly.

"Okay so I'm going to tell you straight. I have read the report the radiologist has given to me. Unfortunately, it seems that this growth is not a lipoma, but may in fact be a sarcoma. We will have to run some more tests – a biopsy being paramount in confirming what we suspect, but we are almost certain that you have Osteosarcoma on your tibia. Now we need to do a PET scan to make sure that it hasn't spread- "

"Whoa wait. What are you evening saying right now?" Beca said, voice wavering with emotion.

"I'm saying you may have a common type of bone cancer called Osteosarcoma. It's very treatable and- "

"And this is the part where you tell me you're fucking joking right?!" Beca screamed, overcome with emotions from the long waits and the news that was now tearing a hole through her chest.

"Beca I know it's a lot to take in, bit with the right support and treatment- "Dr. Carson tried to calm the younger brunette, who had visibly paled – her dark blue eyes swimming in unshed tears.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT! This isn't true! This isn't…" she trailed off. Of course it was true. The truth was written all over the doctors face.

"Beca I want to support you through this, but for now can we discuss this calmly?" the doctor tried to place a reassuring hand on the smaller girl's shoulders, but she jolted back as if she had been burned.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she screamed before bolting out of the room. She could hear Dr. Carlson calling her name, but she wasn't about to stop. She was running through the halls, desperate for air. She wasn't about to be trapped in this place – not letting the ghosts of her mother or the previous conversation catch her.

She didn't know when she made it to the entrance. Her lungs were burning, her leg throbbing in pain. The knowledge of what may or may not be going on in her body was too much for her.

Before she could stop it, the bile in her throat decided to make itself known. She hunched over in the nearest bush before emptying her already vacant stomach. All that came out was hot bile, burning her throat but unable to stop. When she could finally catch her breath, she slumped over onto the side of the wall that surrounded the hospital. She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at nothing until her phone pinging pulled her out of her withdrawn state. She glanced at the screen, seeing that the text from earlier, the one when she was hailing a cab, was from Chloe, as was the most recent one. Rubbing her eyes, the brunette swiped the screen and read the messages.

[08:59] Chloe – Hey Becs! I'm really sorry but my class is going to run over and I don't think I'll be able to make the doctors with you. I wanted to call you but my professor is doing some intense study session and there is a strict 'no phones' policy. Totes a buzzkill! I know it's not an excuse, and I will make it up to you! You'll be fine today, just let me know when you're out! Love you loads :) xox

[18:47] Chloe – hey! Me again. So I don't know whether to be worried or not. Its either you hate me so you're ignoring me, or you're not done and something big is happening. Both options are equally worrying, so just call me okay? I wanna be there for you regardless of what's going on. All the girls were asking about you. Oh yeah! You totes missed pizza night! Anyway, just call me when you get the time. Or I'll see you at rehearsals tomorrow. I love you… xoxo

Beca had to do a double take at the time of the second text. Had she really been sat against the wall for this long? It didn't matter. Nothing matters. Chloe left her for a class. Everyone leaves; Beca is used to this. But Chloe? She never thought Chloe would leave her.

She couldn't stop the onslaughter of sobs that racked her body. She was alone. She was cold and tired and ready to curl up in a ball and sleep for the rest of her life. Nothing could change this. I have cancer she thought, making her sob harder.

She had fucking cancer and she was alone.

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