"Wolff Love" - (A Natenzie Fanfiction)

Chapter 73 "Flashbacks"

*Two weeks had passed since Nat found out he had cancer in his lungs. Nat was doing fine at home for about a week in a half. Just a few days before he went back to the hospital to get the cancer removed, Nat had a seizure. Kenzie called 9-1-1, & Nat was rushed to the emergency room. One day later, it was the day of Nat's surgery. Nat was exhausted. Gladly, his wife, Kenzie, was with him, keeping him company.*

*Nat's P.O.V.*

I hate my life right now. I hate going back & forth from home to the hospital. I'm so tired right now. My nose was itchy because I was hooked up to an oxygen tank. I looked like a male version of Hazel Grace Lancaster from "The Fault In Our Stars". Except, well, I don't have female boobs, my hair was a tad bit longer than hers, & I've only had cancer for two weeks.

I turned to my right side & opened my eyes. Kenzie was at my bedside, stroking my hair.

"Hey baby," I said.

"Hi sweetie," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," I yawned. "My throat hurts, too."

"Aww, I'm sorry honey," she said. "But look on the bright side. You'll soon feel better after you get the cancer removed."

"I'm a little nervous about this surgery," I said. "I'm scared, Kenzie!"

"What are you so scared of?" she asked. "This surgery will help you live longer, & you will be healthier."

"Kenzie, what if I don't wake up?" I asked. "What's gonna happen to our family, if I die on that table?"

Kenzie shook her head. "I don't know."

"You'll still love me, right?" I asked.

"Of course I will!" she said. "Nat, I've loved you since the day I saw you on my t.v., when you were nine years old. Nothing can change how much I've loved you. You're my rock, Nathaniel. You've given me the best memories that I will cherish forever."

I began to get teary-eyed. "I-I love you too, Kenzie."

Kenzie sat down next to me & I hugged her tightly. I hope that nothing terrible happens during my surgery. I don't want to die. Not right now. I wanna live to see my grandchildren! I wanna have a close relationship with all three of my sons, too. I just don't want to die!

About an hour later, Dr. Jonas took me into the operating room. I was still really nervous about this whole thing. Once I layed down on the operating table, the anestesiologist came over to where my head was, holding a mask over my nose & mouth.

"Alright Nat, start taking some deep breaths, & count backwards from ten," he said.

I nodded. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, s-six... five... four... three... two,-"

Then I passed out. I didn't feel as if I was asleep. I could still hear Dr. Jonas talking to the other surgeons. Was this supposed to happen? I wanted to get up from the table, but before I knew it, I already had someone putting a breathing tube down my throat. The tube touched my uvula. I felt like I was going to puke everywhere.

"Okay guys," said Dr. Jonas. "Are we ready to begin the operation?"

"Operation, "Accidentally killing Nat Wolff"?" asked one of the surgeons.

What. The. Fuck. He's joking, right? Joe, TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE!

"Let's begin the incision," said Dr. Jonas.