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Chapter 7: A Force To Be Reckoned With

"...so, I thought maybe we'd have the ceremony in the lobby and-" Carly had started. She had spent four hours telling me her plans for the wedding. She had every little detail down to the color of the napkins. She had way too much time on her hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, holding up my right hand, my palm facing her, "I am not getting married in the hospital."

I moved my bed so I was sitting up more and she sat down sitting a purple binder next to her. Yes, Carly Shay was planning my wedding using a purple binder. She scooted the chair towards me.

"Where do you want to get married then?" She asked. She possessed a grin that suggested she was annoyed yet she hadn't expected me to love everything about the wedding. She knew that she knew me better than that.

"I want to remember it," I stated. My tone had changed, lowering and becoming serious. She looked at me, puzzled. That really wasn't an answer to her question, "If I go, which we all know is a very good possibility-"

"Sam," Carly interrupted. She wouldn't face the truth. She knew what was going to happen. Option A: I get cured and I live or Option B: I die. Personally, I like Option A better, "you know that-"

"Carly, let me finish," She sighed, giving up. She gestured for me to continue, "I want to remember how beautiful it was. I want to remember that I married Freddie. That I got to be with him. That I was happy," Carly's expression had fallen. Her lips formed a small frown while her eyes resembled a sad puppy's, "I want to remember everything. I don't want to remember this wedding in a hospital."

Carly was speechless. Her face killed me. She got up, grabbed her binder and said, "I'll see what I can do."

Carly walked out and shut the door behind her. She walked down the hallway, releasing the tears she had prevented me from seeing.

"Your type of Leukemia," He started. He looked like he was struggling to say whatever he wanted to say to me. He was a middle-aged, taller doctor. He told me they have new information for me, "it's-"

Suddenly, I heard the door open. I turned to see a familiar, brown-haired figure. He walked over to me, kissed my head and then, noticed the doctor.

"What's going on here?" He asked, concern mainly in his voice. The doctor and I looked at each other, but Freddie was looking at me. The room was silent, still for a moment.

"Freddie, can you go get Carly? I wanted to talk with her about the wedding some more." Freddie looked at me, seeming to not buy it, but he nodded, walking out. When I heard the door shut I said, "We have about twenty minutes."

"How do you know that?" He asked, curious on how I could've predicted that so easily.

"Because Carly's at the Groovy Smoothie." The doctor nodded in understanding. Then he continued.

"It's rarely treatable," My throat closed up, and I was unable to respond. I was dying, really dying, "You only have a ten percent chance of surviving."

I didn't know what to say. I knew there was a chance, but I didn't want to believe it. The doctor walked out, obviously noticing my expression. I was alone and started to cry. I got up out of the hospital bed, wanting to go to the bathroom before anyone saw me.

When I reached the hallway, Freddie was leaning up against the wall that was right by my hospital room door. He saw my face and quickly pulled me into a hug.

"How much did you hear?" I muttered into his shoulder. He kissed my cheek and said, "All of it."

I told him how scared I was, and he helped me get back in my bed.

"As scared as I am," I told him, "I'm not going to die. I won't. I'll be that ten percent." It was silent.

Freddie looked at me and slowly smiled. He had a smirk on his face which caused me to question him about it, "What?"

He gently kissed me and said, an inch away from my lips, "I love you."

My lips curled upward as I kissed him again.

"Wait," Carly called out to one of my doctors. She needed to ask them about me, "Can I ask something about Sam?" The doctor turned to face her. It was the same doctor who had told me earlier about my Leukemia.

"I can't tell you, it's confidential," He replied sincerely. Carly was annoyed.

"No, I wanted to ask you about...Wait, what can't you tell me?" The doctor realized that the status of my health wasn't what she was talking about.

"I can't tell you," He repeated. Carly got angry then.

"Sam is like my sister. If something's wrong I need to know," she explained. The doctor studied her face.

He then proceeded to tell her the news I'd only heard a few hours earlier.

A couple of minutes later she came raging into my room, "You're dying!"

"Aren't we all?" I joked.

"This isn't funny!" Freddie was asleep beside me. I got up and hugged Carly.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise," I said, trying to comfort her, "I'm gonna fight this, and I will win."

That's when I started to feel dizzy. I was seeing double. I stepped away from Carly. She said something, but I couldn't tell what it was.

Then, everything went black.

"Sam!" She called. That woke Freddie up.

"Nurse! Nurse!" The nurses and doctors pushed them out of the way. They began trying to revive me.

A few minute later they were successful and I was back in my bed.

"Sam?" Freddie asked. I woke up and turned around.

"Am I okay?" I asked, slowly regaining consciousness. They went on to explain it was a symptom of the Leukemia. I tried to pay attention to the doctor's detailed explanation on what had happened and why, but my eyes kept wondering over to Carly and Freddie, who seemed more petrified than ever. When the doctor left, they came over to talk to me.

"Do you feel okay?" Carly asked, obvious concern covering her face as much as it did her tone.

"Yeah, but," I paused, sitting up a bit, "this thing is a force to be reckoned with."

Freddie smiled crookedly, "So are you."

I grinned widely at that comment, as he held my hand. Then Carly decided to say something.

"I got you a place for your wedding," Our heads shot in her direction, curious to see where the "big day" would take place.

"Where?" Freddie asked. He'd been completely out of the loop, wedding wise.

Carly resembled a sappy romantic when she said, "Where you first met."

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