In Sickness and in Health ( Fall out boy )

Chapter 13

P.o.v Patrick

**1 week later**

Elisa flies into the city just in time for my first round of chemo. I don't get to spend much time alone with her before we're off to the hospital.

She was in tears for a few hours after her plane landed, and all I could do was hug her. I can't cry any more, I refuse to waste anymore tears on self pity. But I comforted her the best I could, and held her hand all the way to the hospital.

"Patrick, just so you know what is going to happen, we are going to attach a syringe to the end of your tube, which will inject the chemo directly into your bloodstream. Over the next several hours, and possibly days, you will experience some side effects." The doctor explains as I take off my shirt and put on one of the gowns I've become used to, keeping on my sweatpants.

I settle down onto the bed and take a deep breath, nodding, "I'm ready when you are." The doctor gives me a small smile, and motions for one of the nurses, who brings over a tray with the materials he will use.

He attaches a syringe to the tube and pushes the Chemo into my body. I can't even watch it through to the end, so I close my eyes and squeeze Elisa's hand tighter.

"All done," he announces, pulling off his gloves and setting the syringe back down on the tray.

"Thank you." I reply, though I'm not entirely sure what I'm thanking him for. A nurse takes away the tray and the doctor grabs a bucket from a nearby table, handing it to me, "Just in case you need it," He says, patting my arm and beginning to walk out of the room, "A nurse will be in every few hours to check on you. Mrs. Stump you are welcome to stay as long as you like."

Elisa smiles as the doctor closes the door behind him, "I'll be here as long as you are." She says, pulling the covers on my bed up to my chest and she gives me a kiss before sitting back down.

It doesn't seem that bad until later that night, when I've thrown up so much that I have to run to the bathroom, and spend the night sitting by the toilet with Elisa sitting there with me, repeating "It's going to be ok" over and over again.

I didn't get any sleep that night.

And over the next few days, it's relatively the same way, in addition to:

Not really eating (and everything I do eat just comes right back up), awful headaches, and a kind of weakness that I have never felt before. The kind that makes it difficult to walk, that makes me so light headed I can't even sit up or open my eyes.

I think at one point on the third day, I actually consider never doing this again. But I know that I have to. If not for myself, for everyone I love.

Crappy chapter (I'm sorry, I'm really tired lol)