The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 11

Ty's P.O.V

I have a brain tumour, I say looking deep into her eyes.. It takes a few minutes for it to sink in, before the tears start forming in her eyes. Oh, how I hate to see her cry.

We'll actually, I have 'butterfly glioma', which is just fancy words for, a tumour on both hemispheres of my brain, that looks like a pretty butterfly I say trying to lighten the mood.

Wh-what?; She says hoarsely,you have a brain tumour?" And the tears start to fall again, as does she, right on to my bed. 

"Yeah," I say rubbing my eyes cause now I'm tearing up. 

"When did you find out?" She says, staring at her hands in her lap. 

"Last year in August, I went to the doctor complaining of headaches and nose bleeds, they did a MRI, and found nothing wrong with me, so they sent me home. The next day, I fainted, and they did a cat scan, and found the tumour." I say, and she looks up at me. 

"Do you know how long, before..." She can't even finish the sentence. 

"Before I die?" I ask insensitively "No, but the doctors said I probably didn't have long, then again, I don't trust doctors mainly because my dads one,"I say with a smile and a little laugh. 

"How is this funny? You're dying,Ty!" She continues to cry and wipes her tears away as soon as they come. 

"I know, but sometimes laughing is the only way to get through," I say, and I start crying a little harder " I have to laugh about it now because, I don't know if I'll have a later." I say as my voice catches. "And it's true, I don't, but I plan to saviour every moment" I say, and take her hand, "and saviour every moment, with you if you will let me."  

She reaches over, and touches my cheek."Yes," I hear my heart skip a beat. 

I close my eyes, and she skids her thumb over my bottom lip. She leans in to kiss me, and before I can stop her she crushes her lips into mine. I answer by kissing her back. She pushes me backwards onto my bed, and then climbs on top of me. Her hands find the button on my pants, and she attempts to unbutton them. I break away, and stare at her. She wide eyed, and confused, "We can't do this, as much as I'd like to, and believe me I do, we can't," I say "My mom is just down the hall." I say pointing to my door. 

"Okay, I understand," she takes off her sweater, and she lays down beside me.  

I take a long lingering look at her wrists. I count up to 12 long scars on her one wrist and I don't count the next. 

"When was the last time?" I say not wanting to know the real answer. 

"Last time, what?"she says, and now is pressed up against me. I can feel her heart beating. 

"The last time you..." I can't even finish the sentence. I know the girl I love so deeply is harming herself, and it makes me sick.  

"Um," she takes a second to think about it, "last Wednesday afternoon."  

"You were with me last Wednesday afternoon." I can't breathe anymore  

"Yeah, I know," she says, closing her eyes tightly. I feel really sick. I get up quickly, and run to the bathroom.

When I come out, my head feels like someone is using it for a drum. I can hear my brain pounding in my head. Then everything goes black.  

When I awake, the white room is spinning. I'm in the hospital. I blink my eyes a few times to focus my vision. My head is still pounding like crazy, and I can hear someone talking in the distance.  

"Ty, are you awake?" my mom asks, quietly.  

"Mommy?" I ask, sickly. 

"Yes baby, I'm here" she walks over quickly, and sits in a chair beside my bed. 

"Where is Samara?" I say, sitting up abruptly, and my head hurts more. 

"She's in the bathroom", she says.  

"Okay," and I lay back down the room hasn't stopped spinning. 

"More important question, why was she at our house while I was asleep?" she asks, angrily. 

"Nothing happened," I say, slightly annoyed. 

Then why was your shirt off, Ty? Can I trust you?" She's says quieter, because the nurse is coming.  

"Yes, you can! I just took it off okay?" Suddenly, I feel like throwing up, but I have nothing to give. 

"Okay, but next time, tell me she's staying over," the nurse enters the room checks everything attached to me. She then exits the room. 

"I told her" I say quietly, but I don't think she heard me. 

"Told her what?" she says, she must have heard me. 

"About my tumour" I say, slowly because, I am so nauseous. 

"And I won't tell anyone" Samara says, as she enters the room. She is dressed in the same clothes she was yesterday, and she has dark circles under her eyes, almost like she hasn't slept yet. 

" Um, I'll leave you two alone," she says getting out of the chair. 

"Thank you" Samara says, "how are feeling?" She asks when my mom is gone, and sits in the chair.  

"A little sick" I say sitting up again, and she holds my hand. 

"You scared me" she says, weakly "I heard a thud, and I went to check, and you were on the floor," and she starts crying. "I didn't sleep all nigh, I was so worried." 

"I'm okay now," I say pulling her into my embrace, and she goes for my lips, and we kiss.  

"I love you," she says, against my lips. 

"I love you too" a say, smiling back against hers. Suddenly, there is a cough, and Samara and I break apart.  

"Mr. James," comes my doctors voice. He is a tall, slender, man dressed in white. He looks about 50 years old with grey and white hair. My mother is standing beside him crying, and my stomach flips when I see her tears. "Your tumour has spread, and is much larger. We estimate a 6 months to a year at most" he says, in the most insensitive way. "I'm sorry," and he leaves the room.  

"Well this sucks." I say sarcastically,  

"can we leave now?" I act like its nothing to hide my fear. Both my mother, and Samara are crying. "Guys it will be fine," but I know I'm wrong.

I get out of the hospital two days later, and I feel fine. With the news of how long I have, my mother and Samara are treating me like a little baby bird that has fallen out if a tree, and has a broken wing. They are constantly asking me, if I'm okay, and honestly, I don't know if I am. I am so scared of leaving them all alone in this world. 

"I'm going to bed," I tell my mom when we enter our house. We dropped Samara off at her house. She stayed the entire weekend with me and looks so tired and emotionally drained. 

"Okay baby, are you sure your okay?" She says heading to the kitchen. 

"Yes mom, I love you" half way up the stairs. 

"Alright, I love you too" and her voice catches in her throat. 

I run down the strait and hug her tightly, then kiss her on her forehead and she leaves quickly trying to hide the fact she crying. 

I go back up the stairs, and I fall onto my bed, and instantly fall asleep.