Disclaimer: Although I once was a biology major, I am no longer one. I am not a medical student, doctor, surgeon and definitely not an oncologist. I do not have any first hand experience with cancer, nor do I have a real second hand experience with cancer. All information about cancer was researched as best I could (on the internet), however, that does NOT mean all the information is correct. So, please, do not assume this is a real cancer experience. This is still fiction.
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The room was a sickening bone white. There was a 8x10 picture of Starry Night by Van Gogh hanging directly in the middle of the space between the bed and the restroom. A small flat-screen T.V. hung slightly above eye level. Two gray chairs were placed placed on either side of my bed.
Dr. Stevens and Dr. Gerandy (My new oncologist) both decided it was best for me to stay in the hospital for the days I received treatment just in case I reacted badly to the medication. The said medicine, Docetaxel, was attached to my arm steadily streaming into my veins.
Today would be the last day of my first round and I would wait three weeks until I was given my second dose. There had yet to be any serious side effects besides the fact that I had two tumors in my stomach lining, the only thing that bothered me right now was how itchy the spot where the needle was inserted was. It had already been 2 hours and the bag was only halfway gone.
Charlie had left with Phil to get some food, but Renee was sitting next to me in the gray and extremely uncomfortable chair next to my bed. Her hand gripped tightly to my own, her mouth going a mile a minute talking about anything and everything.
I glanced to the T.V. that was playing the episode of Spongebob where Spongebob was too afraid to leave his home and as a result only had three friends: a penny, a used tissue, and a chip. It was one of Edward's favorite episodes.
Edward never left my mind for a second. He was all I could think about. Was he eating well? Was he sleeping enough?
The soothing sound of Claire de Lune interrupted Renee's monologue. Edward's ringtone.
My heart stopped beating. It had been 12 days, 8 hours and 23 minutes since I left him. It's been 15 days since I've last seen or talked to him.
Renee grabbed the phone out of my bag and handed it to me. She gave me a sad smile before she walked out to give me privacy.
My heart started to pound in my chest. This was the first time he called in months. My heart rejoiced, he noticed. I couldn't remember the last time he called me. Was it when he stopped our Saturdays? Or was it when he forgot our anniversary? Or was it the time he stood me up on my birthday? Although my heart was happy, my brain wasn't. I was mad. Mad that it took him so long to call me. Mad that it took him so long to notice I was gone. Mad that he put his job before me. Mad that he didn't love me as much as I loved him.
"Hello?" My voice came out harder than I thought it would.
"Bella?" All the anger I had for Edward vanished. His voice sounded so tired, so sad, so broken.
"H-Hello?" I couldn't help the pounding of my heart, knowing he was on the other side of the phone. This was the first time he called me in months. Maybe it was the drugs being thrown into my system because him calling actually made me as happy as it made me anxious.
"Bella? Wh- what? Wh-where are you?" He sounded frantic. I'm sorry.
"In Florida, with Renee." Renee stared at the phone, her eyes asking who it was. I mouthed Edward's name and her eyes popped out. She nodded and left the room.
"Jesus, Florida? Please Bella, come back let's talk about this."
Suddenly I was filled with rage. More rage than I had ever felt in my life. My blood was boiling. Let's talk about this? Is he serious? I spent two weeks trying to talk to him about how I was dying and now he acts like I'm the irrational one?
"Are you serious right now? I've tried to talk to Edward. God, I've tried to talk to you for the past two weeks but you kept pushing it off! Tomorrow. Later. I waited for you to come home on Friday so we could talk about this but you didn't come home! I-I can't talk about this. There's nothing to talk about. Edward. I left you that note on Saturday, why didn't you call to talk about this then?"
I heard him shuffling on the phone but he didn't say anything.
"You didn't notice, did you? Oh my god." I laughed, because I was dying and because the man I had been with eight years didn't even notice that I left. "I can't believe this."
"Please, Bella. You know how busy work is, I barely even notice if I had three meals in a day. Plea-"
"I know, Edward. I know how busy work is." I sneered, my anger getting the better of myself. "We're done, okay? I'm sorry. I- I need to go. Take care of yourself okay?"
I hung up and turned off my phone before he could call again.
God. How long had I been lying to myself? Thinking that our relationship could work. I was so in love with him that I was willing to spend my life waiting for him to notice me. I thought we were meant to be, I thought he was going to love me for the rest of my life.
I started sobbing. Ugly sobs. There was snot and saliva. I couldn't see through the tears. Why was this happening to me? Why was I dying? Why didn't Edward love me anymore? When did he stop loving me?
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I actually wrote this chapter at the same time as the other two, but I hated how it came out so I never posted it and wanted to re-write it before I posted the third chapter. But I've given up on this story :(. There's a bonus chapter after this that I wrote at the same time, but I no longer have the motivation to continue writing this story. In the next chapter I'll do a brief summary of what was supposed to happen - or at least to the point of what I planned. I really wanted this fic to work out, but I've never been one to continue stories. I should just stick to short stories. Thank you guys so much for reading what I have and thanks so much for the lovely feedback.
TLDR; This story is going to be incomplete and will remain incomplete! There's one more bonus chapter and it'll be dunzo.