dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Forty-Nine: Is This Good Or Bad?

Chapter Forty-Nine: Is This Good Or Bad?

I laughed loudly, as Vic told Ryan about how Jaime tripped over and fell into a bush when he was drunk. Apparently he lay there screaming that he was being kidnapped at the top of his lungs. This caused a few concerned looks from people passing, but they figured out he was simply drunk. I slapped my hand on my knee, my stomach hurting from laughing. Maybe because it was such a Jaime thing to do, I could picture it clear as day, making it funny from a listeners perspective. As I leant against Vic, trying to regain my breath, and wiping a few stray tears from my cheeks, I abruptly stopped as a man with half moon glasses now stood at my dads bed. He gave us a firm smile, before looking to dad.

"Mr Spurts? I'm Doctor Tully, you are scheduled for a CT scan I believe?" Dad sat up, clearing his throat.

"That's what I've been told." He spoke in his professional voice. He didn't use it on us unless we've done something wrong. No, this voice was only used on serious affairs, which put me a little on edge.

"Well, I'm here to take you in. Now, you people.." He turned, and looked at the rest of us.

"It will be best if you go and wait back in the waiting room. It won't take long, but it'll be easier on Mr. Figgin over there, he will need to nap soon." He gave the old man in the bed next to dad a stern look. Mr. Digging sighed, but nodded. My mom took in a deep breath, I could see her slight fear on her face. She gave my dads hand a gentle squeeze.

"Don't you go and do something reckless on me Trevor." He chuckled lightly, shaking his head at her. His eyes twinkled, and his moustache twitch slightly.

"Only you'd forbid me to die Janey." I winced and so did mom.

"You aren't dying." She snapped at him. At first she looked a little murderous that he would even utter those words. It wasn't long before her expression softened, and she threw herself over him, pulling him close. He lightly stroked her hair, giving her a kiss on the side of her head. She let him go, and I saw her eyes twinkle in the light, before she gave a tiny sniff, holding back her evident tears. She placed on a stone mask.

"Cmon kids, we'll go wait out there." With that, we all got up, and wished dad luck, giving him hugs and kisses on the cheek. Mom walked beside dad, holding his hand, whilst Doctor Tully wheeled dad through the halls. Before long, we came to the end of the line. Moms hand slowly slipped out of dads, before he disappear behind a door. Mom stared after him for a little while, I could see her trying to fight the anxiety and fear over it. Ryan moved forward, grasping moms shoulder lightly. He managed to get her moving, before we all walked in silence to the waiting room. We only managed to find three chairs, in the waiting room, forcing Ryan to sit on the floor. Mom sat on one side, and Vic on my other. I felt a little numb, not really knowing how to feel. Should I be scared? Yes probably. Should I be sad? I don't think so? We've been told by many people that'll he'll be ok. I guess I believe them, but there will always be an invisible anxiety biting at my ankles. I didn't even notice how my hands twisted around each other, bending my fingers, scratching my palms, before I felt something warm cover them. I frowned a looked down, to see those beautiful cooper hands, stopping them, and lacing his fingers through mine. The skin contrast still make me smile. My pale skin compared to his rich brown colour. I was a little jealous of it, but I didn't really hate my skin either.

I looked up, to find Vic already looking at me. He gave me a reassuring look, rubbing his thumbs over the back of my hands. I always loved the feel of his calloused palms. The way his fingers felt course after years of plucking at guitar strings, and tightening around pens as he scribbles out his thoughts. They had that soft, but rough feeling. I flipped over one of his hands over, lightly tracing the lines of his hands with my finger. He made a little humming sound, realising his other hand, resting it on his thigh, before leaning his head on my shoulder. I busied myself by outlining each crevasse in his hand. I felt goosebumps rise on my neck, as his breath lightly tickled my collarbone. For just a moment I forgot I was in a hospital in front of my mom and brother, and heaps of strangers, waiting for my dads results. I turned and gave him a soft tender kiss on his head, before resting my head a top of his. I saw Ryan eyeing us a little, frowning slightly. At first I thought he was gonna protest, or go back to how he was when Vic first appeared. But no. I suddenly realised that look all too well. He was jealous. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was.

I guess after Amelia, that bitch, he clearly hasn't been with anyone else. I guess he must miss having someone. I know I probably would if the tables had turned, if he was with someone, that wasn't Amelia, I would probably be jealous if I was alone. I let it go, going back to focusing to Vic's hand under mine. Eventually I had traced every line at least five times, before just giving up, sighing and simply linking my fingers with his. I jiggled my knee up and down, now my usual anxious, fiddling hands were preoccupied. As soon as I saw, to my surprise considering I assumed she wasn't working today, Olvia walk through the doors, I shot out of my seat like a bullet from a gun. I made Vic practically fall off his seat. I could feel Ryan right behind me. Mom was a little slower but caught up fast, with a still slightly baffled Vic.

"What's wrong? Is he gonna be ok? Is it bad?" I blurted out. Olivia kept her professional collected look, hushing me with just a small gesture of her hand. She cleared her throat, giving us a little bit of a pitying look.

"Well, it appears my suspicions were right. It appears Mr. Spurts does in fact have a tumour the front lope of the right of his brain." I felt my breathing stop, and Ryan stiffen next to me. I tried to ignore the small whimper I heard escape my moms mouth. I felt Vic's hand quickly slide into mine.

"There is good news out of this. The tumour is identified as a benign tumour, meaning it is not cancerous and incredibly easy to remove. Lucky for Mr. Spurts we had a surgery opening and he's been sent in straight away. We'll also do a couple of sessions of radiation therapy, just to kill anything they could have possibly missed. But, he's going to be perfectly fine, he's very lucky to come in now. It had grown quiet large, but not large enough to destroy any brain tissue. It had clearly been happened for a while, but a benign tumour is slower growing, that's why it hasn't taken affect fully until recently. But I can assure you, he'll be out of here and perfectly alright as soon as possible." She explained, and I felt my shoulders sag with relive as air rushed into my lungs.

"He's in surgery now? Why didn't you tell us! We didn't get to say goodbye, what if something bad happens!" Ryan exclaimed, and Vic placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him.

"I can tell you, there is a low chance of that happening. All our surgeons are highly skilled and a mess up wouldn't happen. He'll be ok, you'll be able to see him almost straight after." I turned my attention off Olivia to my mom. She stood with tears streaking down her cheeks, her lips quivering. I lightly unwound my hand from Vic's, placing my hands on my moms shoulder.

"He's going to be ok." I murmured. She looked up at me, as if only just realising I was there. Her lip shook harder.

"I know." Her voice broke a little, before she threw herself into my embrace, sobbing into my shoulder. I held her tightly back. I couldn't help but feel a sort of stiff sacredness, not used to having my mom sob in my arms, but I pushed it aside and only focused on giving her the comfort she needed. We both pulled out, as she sniffed. I realised some of her sobs, were also soft laughs of relieve. She then grabbed Ryan, and pulled him into a bear hug next. I felt Vic's hand rest on my shoulder, as I looked up at him. He lightly brushed away tears I didn't know we're falling before he cradled me in his arms, relived sobs left me as he rubbed my back.

"He's going to be ok."

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Do you ever get so tired that you just become really depressed? Like there no reason, you're just tired and you just feel super sad for no reason and kinda wanna stab your eye out with a fork. Yet, you can't find anything that satisfies you, like there's no music, no form of drawing or apps or anything and you feel like lying on your floor staring at the roof and wouldn't care if you disappeared? My feeling currently.

QOTD: (that's right it's back) What's you're ideal partner? (If you plan on being in relationships, if not that's chill too)
AOTD: I dunno, just kinda waiting for someone to completely knock me over and catch me off guard.

~feel like crying but don't know why so my feelings are just ??¿? right now.