The Wake Up Calls (Camren)

Chapter- 13

Dinah-
She was sitting on the edge of a brick wall enclosing a bunch of different plants and shrubs.
I wrapped my arms around her body from behind.
"Choncho!" In her hands I saw a bunch of papers being clutched tightly as she flipped through them.
"You do know we have rehearsal's now right? You can't just blow them off."
"Not now Dinah!" She groaned wriggling out of my embrace.
"What is wrong with you?" She began to walk away towards the bus bay.
"Where are you going?" I ran to catch up to her, walking alongside her.

She didn't say,a word but I could tell she was getting extremely agitated by my presence.
"Oh My God!! Why are you following me!?"
She finally stopped and grabbed my wrists.
"Because your my best friend and I'm worried about you! Whatever you're going through, I want to be going through it to. Wherever your going...I'm going with you."
"Fine if you really want to go through what I'm going through. Then let's go, I'm already late."

I pulled out my phone as we made our way a black car. We both hopped in the back seat. Our driver was already behind the wheel, with the keys in the ignition.

Me- I'm going with Choncho somewhere...sorry do rehearsal without us xxx

Ally- oh shit....Okay DJ don't worry. Just when you get to where your going, don't fuss or show any sense of pity okay? Trust me.

Me- OH SHIT WHAT? WHERE IS WE GOING?

Ally- just trust me.

What does that even mean?
I looked up at Camila but she wore a blank facial expression.
10 minutes later the driver came to a stop after pulling into a parking lot just off the highway.
Camila thanked the driver and he gave her a shy smile.
We both stepped out of the car and headed across to the closest building adjacent to the car.
The first thing I saw when we entered the building was a whole line of chairs lining the side wall. The chairs were filled with people who looked...sick and worn down.
Then I looked at the tv screen hung on the wall.
'Chemotherapy treatment center'
My jaw basicly hit the floor.
Mila was over by the reception desk signing some papers, but raised her eyes to meet my gaze. She look back down straight away.
Moments later she slowly crossed the room and linked her hand in mine.
"Wh-w-why are we here?" I could barely form a sentence.
"Are you visitin-" my sentence was cut off by the same lady at the reception desk that gave Camila the papers to sign.
"Camila?" The lady waited for Mila to habd her the papers back across the desk. "You can go straight through. I trust you know the way." She gave her a quick smile before returning to typing on her keyboard.
I looked down into Camilas eye's. Still unsure as to why she had taken me here. She had never said anything about anyone in her family being sick.
"Come on. We have plenty of time to talk. I promise." She held my hand tighter and ushered me along with her as she led a path down the abundance of halls and treatment room's. She knew the halls like the back of her hand.
We walked for another few seconds before reaching a patient room. Camila opened the door.
The room was empty, only a hospital bed and various medical supplies scattered around the room, occupied the space.
"Whaa...? Mila what's going on?" My face felt numb...but stunned at the same time.
"Take a seat." Camila dragged a waiting chair over next to the bed, the rubber bottom squeaking against the cold shiny floor.
"Why?" I stood still not moving a muscle.
"Dinah, just so it." She walked around the side of the bed sitting on the edge before swinging her legs into the middle of the bed. She pulled her body up along the mattress, laying her head back against the pillow.
Silence filled the room as a nurse walked into the room.
She went over to Camila with a cart. I watched Camila's eye's look away as the nurse inserted some type of cannular? I don't know, but she inserted it into Mila's wrist.
"Okay. Enough. Start talking, now." She didn't look me in the eye's.

"I'll just leave you to it. I'll be back in a little while to check on you." The nurse smiled and left the room.

Camila still wouldn't look at me.
I grabbed her hand entangling her fingers with my own.

When she finally turned her gaze to my own, her eye's were filled with tears.
"I-I should have told you. I can't believe I didn't. I mean your my-"
"Mila. Whatever it is, I'm here. Just tell me."

"I have cancer."