"How's Blake?" Miley asked as I pulled the blanket over myself and put a pillow behind my head.
I looked over at her and Oliver and smiled, "She's good." I told them quietly, as I started to get sleepy and close my eyes. "Blake and my aunt Katherine might come down to Malibu this summer or something." I yawned, and Oliver – who was sitting next to me, pulled my feet onto his lap so that I could fall asleep. I thanked him groggily just before I blacked out.
When I woke up again, Mr. Stewart was sitting at the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal, and Miley and Oliver were nowhere to be seen.
"Good afternoon sleep head," Mr. Stewart smiled as I sat up in my seat. "We've got to get you to the hospital in about half an hour, so if you want to get ready now would be the time." I nodded, still half asleep from my nap as I walked up the stairs to my room. I slowly got on the closest clothes I could find – not caring about whether they matched or not, but rather whether they kept me warm. I trudged down the stairs pulling my large sweatshirt over the shirt my parents had given me, and walked into the kitchen where Mr. Stewart was putting his bowl away.
"You ready?" He asked me, coming over to where I stood. I nodded, and Mr. Stewart pointed towards the door we had to go out in order to get to the driveway. "Miley and Oliver went to the beach for a little while; Jackson's keeping them there until we get back." Mr. Stewart told me once we'd gotten into the car. I nodded, and Mr. Stewart started the car to drive away. We hardly spoke the whole way to the hospital, I was still sleepy, and Mr. Stewart was concentrating on his driving. So I fell asleep again, and just as we pulled into the outpatient parking lot, an ambulance's siren woke me up.
"We better get going," Mr. Stewart told me as we got out of the car. "We're late and Dr. Chow's waiting for us." I nodded, unable to do anything else, and followed Mr. Stewart into Dr. Chow's office. At first I was confused, why would Mr. Stewart and I be coming into his office if I was supposed to be getting my chemo? Unfortunately, I was about to find out.
When we'd shut the door behind us, it revealed Dr. Chow sitting behind his desk, papers lying in front of him – which were probably about me, and a serious look on his face. I was scared as Mr. Stewart and I sat down and he started to talk so I kept trying to distract myself.
"How was your first day back at school today Lily?" Dr. Chow asked in his thick Chinese accent.
I looked over at Mr. Stewart for help, and he nodded towards Dr. Chow as if to tell me to give him an answer, "It was good." I whispered, "But I have a lot of homework."
"Have you done it all?" Dr. Chow asked; I shook my head trying to avoid the small talk and get Dr. Chow to his point. "Alright," Dr. Chow said, straightening the papers in front of him, "Then we will make this quick so that you can get home." I nodded my head sternly, "We have to get one quick MRI, and then you, Mr. Stewart and I have a few things to discuss."
I nodded again, and Mr. Stewart took my head to the MRI machine Dr. Chow was leading us to. I was then given a gown to put on, and went into another room to change before I was put into the machine and strapped down so that I wouldn't move. It took about 45 minutes for the MRI to be complete … so much for being quick. And afterwards I got to change into my clothes again and walk back into Dr. Chow's office.
"How are Lily's eating habits nowadays Mr. Stewart?" Dr. Chow asked once we'd all sat down again, at the sentences completion I tugged at my loose clothes nervously.
Mr. Stewart sighed, noticing this, and looked back at my doctor, "Not to good Doc." He told Dr. Chow.
Dr. Chow nodded, writing something down on his clipboard. He turned to me; "I'm going to prescribe a few vitamins for you." Dr. Chow told me, "Your weight loss is concerning and we need you to keep healthy." I nodded, and Dr. Chow wrote down the prescription and handed it to Mr. Stewart so that we could get it when we were done here. Dr. Chow sighed, "One more thing." He told Mr. Stewart and me, "I'm afraid the chemotherapy isn't working as well as it should be." My eyes widened at the thought, "And we have reason to suspect that the tumour is and will continue to grow."
"What can we do about it?" Mr. Stewart asked quietly, the news was probably as shocking for him as it had been for me.
Dr. Chow sighed again, and gave us a weak smile. "We'll finish off the chemotherapy within the next few weeks and hope for the best." The room was quiet, "Depending on how the MRI results come back tomorrow we'll decide whether another operation would be helpful or too risky."
Mr. Stewart nodded, and got up from his chair to shake Dr. Chow's hand and picked me up with my hands and held on until we got to the car. The car ride was once again quiet, but this time I knew why and for that I was close to breaking down. My parents were in Vancouver, Blake was in San Francisco, and the stress from not telling Miley was wearing me down. I had to fight for my life, but the easiest way out would just be to accept what was happening to me, and maybe even give up.
"Are you alright Lily?" Mr. Stewart asked me half way home – it was the first thing either one of us had said. I looked at Mr. Stewart – his eyes as red as mine, and nodded my head. "Good," Mr. Stewart whispered before turning back to the road, "Do you, maybe, want to get some food before we go back to the house?" I shook my head, and Mr. Stewart nodded and continued on until we got back to Malibu, without saying a word. We walked into the house, where Miley, Jackson and Oliver were sitting in the kitchen, but no one bothered to say anything just after seeing Mr. Stewarts face. He walked off straight to his office, and I could hear him using the phone – probably to call my parents.
I smiled at the three sitting on the couch, and walked up the stairs towards my room with my backpack in hand. As far as I could hear, no one said anything downstairs. I wasn't sure whether they'd moved, or if Oliver had left, not until I was called down for dinner. As I walked down the stairs, I listened to Oliver, Jackson and Miley talk to Mr. Stewart, but Mr. Stewart didn't seem to notice or pay attention.
I sighed before I walked into the room, clearing my head of anything that would make me break down in the middle of dinner. I walked into the kitchen with a smile, which I received from everyone else as well.
NCooper: Blake just turned 4.
iluvhsm2death117: Is it bad that I've written this much? 'Cause if it is, then I can make the ending sooner.
Lilerin91: I guess I thought that Amber and Ashley would talk bad about Lily - just because they were spreading rumours before. If I were Lily, which I sort of have been in this situation, I would be nervous about going back to school as well because you never know what people have been saying while you were gone.
A/N alright guys! I've just gotten up for homeschooling, which starts in about an hour and a half, so once I'm done with that I'm going to the beach and I'll probably be able to post another chapter before I go to my friends house in Wagga Wagga for the next couple of days.
-Rosie