Complicated.
Chapter Fourteen.
Miley was in deep slumber. Everything was perfect and peaceful. She was floating up above the clouds, up, up and up. So high she could see the sun burning her eyes. Oh, wait. That was Nick. Opening her curtains.
"What the fuck?" She asked opening her eyes. Before she covered them again as she saw the bright light. "Nick! I was asleep." She said waving her hands around.
Nick laughed lightly, "It's late." He said smirking.
"I'm on bedrestI should be asleep." Miley whined.
"No, you should be taking it easy. Not sleeping the days away." Nick said sitting at the end of the bed.
Miley rolled her eyes kicking him lightly. Suddenly, she felt all the food she'd eaten earlier that day coming back up. She tried to swallow it. She couldn't puke again. Nick would be become suspicious. She'd already puked twice, but managed to get around him. Nick must of noticed her face scrunch up as he looked at her worriedly.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Miley closed her eyes. She swallowed all the vomit. It just made her feel worse, having that horrible taste going through her. She bit her lip nodding. She closed her eyes, faking a yawn.
"Just… tired." She muttered.
"Do you want some painkillers?" Nick suggested noticing the pain on her face. Or disgust. A bit of both.
Miley shook her head. The doctors recommended that she stayed away from drugs, weather she wanted them or not. She felt twice as sick as she did before, stupid morning sickness. She pushed the covers of her, rushing to the bathroom. Kneeling over the toilet, she opened her mouth the dirty content pouring out of her. She felt Nick hold her hair back.
"Miley, are you sure you're okay?" Nick asked.
Miley sighed, "I'm fine. The doctors said this would happen." She lied.
"Okay, are you hungry?" He asked.
Miley shook her head, "I just want to brush my teeth." She whispered. Trying to get up, she lifted he body of the ground. Opening her mouth to tell Nick to get out. But the puke just fell out. All over Nick's bathroom floor.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered.
Nick sighed, taking her hand and letting her step over the vomit on the white tiled floor.
"Just go back to sleep, okay? I'll… take care of this." He said.
Miley nodded tiredly. She pulled the blankets down, laying down she bought the covers up over her head. Snuggling into Nick's pillows she inhaled his scent. Letting herself slip away.
…
Chris sighed, after only the first round of chemo therapy, he was feeling exhausted. He lay in the hospital bed, his head comfortably on the light blue pillow that had been fluffed to perfection by his nurse. The bed beside him was empty as the man who usually lay there, was doing his session right now. Chris twiddled with his thumbs, looking up at the TV which was playing the news.
He looked up as he saw the door open, the man who he'd just met being wheeled into the room. He looked weak and small, pale and fragile. Chris smiled weakly as the man was helped into bed. The man looked younger then Chris, maybe sixteen or seventeen.
"You okay?" Chris asked once the nurses had left.
"Exhausted." The guy said pulling the covers up to his neck.
"Yeah, I know the feeling." Chris muttered.
"I'm William." The guy said turning to face Chris, only his head, as the rest of his body was exhausted.
"Chris."
"This is your first round right?" William asked eyeing Chris. He short, almost no, brown hair. And huge green eyes, a lop sided smile and a skinny frame with pale skin.
"Yeah, I assume this isn't yours." Chris commented.
"True. This is my third." William said closing his eyes.
"How long have you been on treatment?" Chris asked.
"Two months now, I'm making progress." William said his green eyes meeting Chris's again, "Should be back in school for next year, if all goes well." He muttered.
"What you don't like school?" Chris said interested.
"I guess so." William said shrugging, leaning back in his bed. He looked at the clock, for what seemed like the thousandth time.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Chris asked.
"My parents. They're usually waiting for me…" William whispered. "Oh well." He said shaking his head.
"How old are you?" Chris asked.
"Fifteen." William said playing with his skinny, bony hands.
"Oh…" Chris whispered.
A nurse walked into the room, she had long blonde hair that way tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing the nurses outfit, her blue eyes were behind glasses, round glasses with a thick black outline. She was squinting, as if the glasses weren't helping what so ever. She smiled faintly at Chris and William. Turning to face them.
"How are you guys? Good?" She asked walking over. She fluffed Williams pillow nicely, turning and doing the same to Chris. They both mumbled tiredly, she giggled lightly. "Yeah, I know…" She muttered, almost as if talking to herself.
She sat on the end of Williams bed, her hands holding her clipboard tightly. "How was chemo Will?" She asked looking at William who shrugged.
"Long – boring." William said looking down.
"Are you a new patient? I'm Linda." The blonde nurse said smiling at Chris.
"Yeah, I'm Chris." Chris muttered.
"I'll add you to the list." Linda said smiling and scribbling his name down.
"Are you two hungry? I can run down to the café?" She suggested.
"I don't think I can hold anything down." Chris said. And William nodded agreeing.
"Oh… well, is there any thing you might need?" Linda asked pushing her glasses up her pretty face.
"Not… that I know of." William said.
"Well, then – I'll come back later tonight to see you before I go." Linda said pushing a bang out of her face. "See you." She said ticking their names of her clipboard and walking out.
"That's Linda. She's a volunteer down here, she loves to check on patients. She's really nice." William explained leaning back.
"Yeah…" Chris whispered yawning.
"Go to sleep." William muttered closing his own eyes.
"Yeah." Chris said closing his eyes and falling into a deep slumber.
I figured out what is going to happen to Chris. You guys might hate me, you guys might cry… or scream. Or feel confused. But I think it's a really good – stolen from TV – thing to write about. This past week has been pretty good. If you're following me on twitter and follow my rants you'll know how busy and hectic my weeks been. And I haven't even done any of my homework, wanted to update first. I think I'll do that now. So bye guys. Thanks for the reviews. Can we get to 132? Random but I want that. ;)
Jasmine.