Ally Angel

"You've got to be mistaken... This is not happening!"

Ally Angel, a 17 year old girl, sat in the waiting room of her town's hospital, with her eyes fixed on a little girl. She wore a purple headscarf on her head, playing with bricks in the corner. The poor 9 year old beauty was going through chemotherapy. Ally sat staring at this little girl, trying to block out the sound of her mother's raised and destroyed voice.

"Ally. Ally Angel. You may come in now."  

Despite her standing up and anxiously walking to the room, she didn't remove her sight from the little girl, who noticed her admirer and smiled at Ally showing her missing teeth, which in tern, made Ally crack a smile.

"Come in my dear." The doctor who greeted her so kindly was no older than 40, and stood 5"11 with a beautiful smile complimenting her blonde hair and royal blue eyes.

"So it's nothing right? I'm fine. I can go home now? Great! Thanks so much for your time. Mum it was nothing, we can go. Bye doctor." She knew that was not the case at all. Not even close.

"I will give you two a moment. I will just be outside." The model-look-alike stepped out leaving Ally and her single-mother alone.

"I wish it was me. I do. I wish there was anyway to make it me!"

"Mum stop! You can't wish something like this upon yourself!" Clare Angel sat on the hospital bed on the side of the room, and Ally walked over to it and sat down covering her exposed butt in the hospital gown.

"Bu... Buttt... Buuut. Why. Why. Why you? Why couldn't your asshole father have cancer! And not my baby!"

"God! Mother! Don't ever say that again! No one deserves this! I'm still alive, right? And I will be tomorrow and so on for a very long time!"

"Ugh. My baby. My beautiful daughter." Clare looked with her mascara covered racoon brown eyes into her daughter's clear blue eyes and moved a bit of hair off Ally's face and placed it behind her ear. "My beautiful dear. You've got your father's eyes. So beautiful, so blue. Full of hope, wishes, secrets and love."

"Awe mum.." They leaned in to hug each other. "So is it terminal?" Ally didn't even need to look into her mother's eyes, she could tell by her increased heavy breaths that it wasn't good news. Ally released herself from her mother's embrace. She sat on the bed, staring at her hands. Then she started twisting a bit of her long brown hair in her fingers while her mother placed an unsteady hand onto her shoulder and the doctor walked back in.

"What's your name?" Ally bluntly asked the lady who just walked in.

"I'm terribly sorry Ally. My name is Dr Sarah Miller."

"Of course it is." Ally stood up helping her mother to her feet too.  

"Okay, so we know what's wrong. Can we please go home now?"

"You are welcome to go home now of course, but you will need to return tomorrow with some paperwork, then depending in your decision, well, we can take it from there." Sarah gave a comforting smile to the both of them, which Ally instantly shattered.

"Woah. Hold on a second. Make a decision for what?"

"To decide whether you want to go through chemotherapy, and if so which type" The doctor reassured Ally.

"What? Seriously, you're only giving us one night to decide?!" Clare knew Ally was unsettled, so she finally took control over her daughter.

"Sweetie, that's plenty of time. Plus if we choose it, then we can get started with it sooner." Clare offered Ally a warm smile.

"What do you.... Never mind. Fine. We'll be back at 12 tomorrow with an answer. Come on mother.

The entire car journey home was silent. Neither one wanted to talk. They got home and Ally's older sister Charlotte, and her boyfriend Sam raided them with questions, none of which either wanted to answer. Sam and Charlotte made their way to their cottage in the back garden of the Angel house. None of them slept that night. The next morning Sam went off to work and the three ladies drove off to the hospital with a decision.