3 Months (Ross Lynch)

1. The Bad News

Baylee

"You've got 3 months Ms. Reynolds."

I feel my heart freeze. 3 months? That question I have been asking myself for months is finally coming true?

I seriously never thought this day would come. I actually had hopes that I would get better, but now that hope is gone.

"Ms. Reynolds? Did you hear me?" I snap back out of my thoughts as I meet eyes with my doctor, Doctor Dan. He has grey hair and is a little chunky. But he's been with me throughout this whole thing. I couldn't ask for a better doctor.

"Yeah I heard you." I mutter. "And are you sure there's nothing else we can do? To help me?" Doctor Dan gives me a look that I've become too familiar with.

"I'm sorry Ms. Reynolds. But your body is not responding to the medication the way it's supposed to. It's actually making everything worse. The chances of you living longer is a mere 4%. I'm sorry." I nod sadly.

He begins scribbling something down on his clipboard before ripping it off and handing it to me.

"What's this?" I ask taking the paper from him.

"That just tells your parents what's going on. Saving you from having to deliver the news." He chuckles. "And about what you can do. I want you to have the best 3 months that you can! But do, take it easy."

"I will Doc." He nods in agreement.

"Okay well get out of here kid. Go. Explore! Make the best of your time here." He encourages as he shoves me out the door.

"Will do." I begin walking towards the waiting room that holds my mom, dad, and younger brother.

My mom and dad have been divorced for about 3 years now, and my dad has full custody of me and my brother.

"Baylee!" My mother exclaims, rushing over to me. "What'd he say?" I sigh handing over the note. She gives me a confused glance before turning it over.

My mom has been super supportive throughout this whole process. Even though she doesn't have custody over us, she still tries to be a part in our lives.

My mom kind of just gave up hope, she knew my dad wasn't going to give us up. She allowed him full custody as long as she still got to be a part of our everyday lives.

Which is a really good thing with Jake. He's only 7 and knows his sister is sick, he just doesn't know that I won't get better. I'd hate to be the one to break the news to him.

My mom hands the note to my dad before throwing her arms around me, engulfing me in a hug. Tears streaming down her face.

"Oh my baby!" She cries. My dad finishes the note, tears brimming to his own eyes as he joins our group hug.

"Don't forget about me!" Jake whines throwing his arms around my legs making me chuckle.

Jake isn't just my little brother, he's also my best friend.

My sickness has made it nearly impossible for me to attend school and create friends. My dad thought it was the best to homeschool me. Since I've basically been in and out of the hospital my whole life, even before I was diagnosed with cancer made it difficult to attend school without missing a whole bunch of work and other crap they decided to give out.

My mom wipes tears from her eyes before deciding that we should go home. I knew that she chose this for two reasons.

One: it's been a long day.

And Two: she wants to enjoy the time we all have left together, as one complete family.

My dad agrees ushering us all into the car, the beginning of a long, awkwardly silenced car ride.