unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 67.

*Brooke's POV*

I'm waiting for the day that when the boys and girls walk into my hospital, they'll be greeted by good news or an update. Anything positive.

But let's just say, that wasn't going to happen today...

"What happened?" Luke asked, soothing a crying Calum, as he was in the same room at the same time as me as when I found out.

"What's going on?" Ty demanded.

"Brooke is everything okay?" Amy asked.

"57..." Calum cried.

"W-What? I don't get it." Shay said.

"57? 57 what?" Michael said. "Baby, please tell me."

"57 days." I mumbled.

"Days till what?" Ash questioned.

"I...57 is a brief guess of how many days left I have to live." I bit my lip.

"No..." Charlene whispered. "B-But...the chemo...the...they said you had a possibility of getting better!"

"Not anymore...I don't think." I mumbled.

"No!" Luke yelled before running out slamming the door on his way out.

"I...I can't..." Michael said, his voice trembling.

He looked at me, tears welling in his eyes.

"Please tell me you're joking." He pleaded.

"I...I wish I could..." I said, tears falling down my own cheeks at the broken look he held.

He then cried hard.

I opened my arms and let him run into them, and cry into my shoulder while holding onto me for dear life.

"Baby...please don't cry..." I pleaded.

"No!" He cried.

"Mikey...Michael...Mike...Kitty..." I pleaded.

"I can't live without you!" He cried.

"Don't say that." I warned.

"What would I do without you?" He asked through tears.

"Keep doing you." I mumbled.

"W-What's that even supposed to mean?" He said, lifting his head off my shoulder.

"Keep being you, the you I love, keep making people smile, keep making people love you, keep the guys their brother, keep the girls their buddy, keep doing your hair, keep Amelia some company because she needs it, just...keep being you." I reasoned.

"There's no me without you in my life." He mumbled.

"Oh," I frowned, carresing his cheek with my hand. "You'll find someone."

"I don't want anyone else." He said flatly.

"57, Mikey. What can I do?" I sighed.

"Nothing...but I can." He mumbled.

"Don't say that." I repeated.

"I...I know...I'm sorry." He said lowly.

"You know I love you." I kissed him. "Don't worry."

A/N: SOOOO GUESS WHAT. I LANDED IN CANADA AND I'VE BEEN BUSY SORRY AND MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 31ST SO LITERALLY A WEEK AWAY.

WHOEVER GUESSES WHAT AGE I'LL TURN WILL WIN A DEDICATION EHEHHEE (MY FRIENDS DON'T COUNT)

-Sierrah x