I Need More Time

Chapter 2

  Driss holds my head in his hands while calling for help in the hallway. I let out a small tear, as the pain in my head still pounds. I feel faint once more but this time I'm met with darkness.

I wake up, but still keeps my eyes closed, as thoughts come rushing in. Where am I? What happened? Why did I feel like that, I have never felt like that before?

My thoughts are interrupted by a male voice.

"Hey are you awake?"

I pop open my eyes to see that I was in a hopsital bed, in a hospital room, with Driss staring at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah I'm ok," I croak out. Damn why does my mouth always have to be dry?

"Well that's good it looks like you took a bad fall," He says leaning his elbows forward on his knees.

"Why are you here I don't even know you?' I say raising my eyebrow.

"That's one way to say thanks," he says irritated, " anyways glad to see your good".

He then gets up and walks out the door wihtout saying anything else.

What the fuck just happened? Did I really offend him that bad?

I prop myself up on my elbows and take a look around. I'm hooked up to wires and I'm wearing a hospital gown.

I hope Driss did not see them change me.

I hear voices down the hall as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

"How could we not have known...this is horrible," I hear my father say with a low voice.

"Hunny, all we can do now is make the most of it for her," my mother says choked up.

All at once, my mother and father plus three doctors step into my room. The doctors gathered at the edge of my bed while my parents stood next to me.

"Sweetie, I know your confused and in pain but we have some news to tell you..." my father drifts off with tears in his eyes.

"Hello Lola, my name is Dr. Brian. So after running tests on you for the last three days-"

"Last three days!", I manage to screech out.

"Yes the last three days. We have found a pea sized tumor in your brain, this is an aggresive type of cancer but we can't really tell now how much time you will have left," Dr Brian says with a remorsed look.

"What- what do you mean.. I was just fine yesterday? If it's small why is it gonna kill me? What do you mean? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?", I scream out at all three doctors. Sobs wrack my body as I try and comprehend the news that was just given to me. I don't understand I was fine yesterday, this is fucked up. I'm gonna die?

My mother puts her hand on my arm, "Baby we will fight through this together", she says.

"I don't care, I don't care, I DON'T CARE", I yell,"Please leave me alone, just leave."

"Lola, although it is small, this type of cancerous brain tumor tends to grow fast and at a certain size it will end up killing you. It's not to late to have surgery, but it's very risky and the success rate is %25. We just can't caculate how much time you have left at this moment," Dr. Brian says.

"Alright whatever," I say quielty wishing everyone would leave.

Dr. Brian turns to my parents and ushers them to go right outside the door. The other doctors follow, and I hear the door shut quietly behind them.

All I could think over and over again was,

"Why me?'