CHAPTER 4,

ZOË POV.

The next morning Zoë woke up in a room she was sure wasn't hers, looking around she was convinced it was Graces. When she turned around the other side of the bed was empty but she was hearing a weird sound coming from the other room. Zoë slowly got up, when she stood up she was already regretting her own choice, her head was banging. Fuck.. what did she do last night.

The only thing she remembered was passing out in her favorite beach bar. When she ran away from home... '' Shit'' Zoë cursed out loud.

She could deal with that later, she quick texted her mom that she was at Grace her house and then followed the sound into the other room.

She saw Grace sitting behind a weird machine in which Grace was slowly breathing in and out, It looked like a breathing ventilator. Grace still didn't notice Zoë staring at her, until Zoë almost tripped over the cord.

'' Zoë. You are awake'' Grace quickly got away behind the machine.

'' What is this? Are you ok?'' Zoë was now worried.

'' I can explain, Please just follow me to the kitchen you need some hangover food'' Grace suggested.

Zoë nodded and followed Grace downstairs to the kitchen, she took place at the table and Grace poured her some milk.

'' Milk always works for me when I have a hangover'' Grace smiled and put down the cup.

Zoë didn't really took Grace as a girl that drinks, But she took the cup and took a sip.

Grace finished making her a grilled cheese sandwich and took a seat next to her.

'' Thank you for taking me to your house last night, you didn't have to do that you know'' Zoë said feeling a little bit guilty.

'' You're still my friend Zoë, of course, I helped you. '' Grace said staring down at her own sandwich.

Zoë still felt hurt of course but her head was banging too much and she decided that the could talk about that later.

'' So are you going to explain what I just saw upstairs'' Zoë asked.

'' I'm sorry Zoë I didn't want you to see me like that'' Grace sighed.

'' I'm sick Zoë''

''What do you mean sick Grace?'' Zoe asked worried.

Grace sighed and started to explain.

'' I have cystic fibrosis'' Grace said.

Zoë immediately looked worried and put down her sandwich suddenly understanding why Grace was breathing in the machine earlier.

'' What do you mean, cystic fibrosis? Not the one you die from right?!' Zoë asked scared.

'' There is only one kind'' Grace said.

'' But you're not going to die right now right?'' Zoë almost cried.

'' The doctors don't know Zoë, I can live til I'm 50 but I can also die tomorrow'' Grace stood up and walked away.

Zoë got up and went after Grace, she went upstairs to her room to sit down on her bed, Zoë followed.

'' This is why I don't do relationships of any kind Zoë'' Grace sighed.

'' What do you mean I'm here for you I always would be'' Zoë objected.

'' No you won't Zoë, once I was sick for 4 months when I was a child and the first month all my friends and family visited me and after that NOBODY CAME!'' Grace yelled.

'' I will be there for you'' Zoë said tears rolling down her face.

'' Zoë please just go, I wanna be alone right now'' Grace said almost crying herself.

Zoë got up and ran down the stairs, and walked home crying.

Why would Grace think she wouldn't care, she thinks Grace is an amazing person ... she loves her.