You're Not in this Alone *The final book in the We'll Carry on Series*

Is this the end?

"Oh my god! He actu-OW!" I hissed in pain as yet another excruciating pain shot through my chest. I thought it would subside like they usually did, but no, not this time. This had been the longest pain I had ever had and it was enough to complicate my breathing. I wasn't sure what was going on, but it was affecting my visit with my family.

No, I knew exactly what was happening. The doctors said that it would happen like this. I would be having an improved day, I'd have energy, and then it would hit me. My heart was fighting against my body; it was trying to keep me alive while the rest of my organs continued to shut down.

I actually thought I was getting better.

I tried to ignore it the best I could and just enjoy my evening, but eventually, they caught on that something was wrong. Mikey nudged Gerard- who was already rubbing my back- and Bandit crawled into my lap. She grabbed my face and looked at me with her big doe eyes, wiping the sweat off of my face.

I fucking hated that my daughter had to see me like this. She was so young, it wasn't fair, but I'm starting to learn that nothing in this fucking life is fair; it's anything but.

"Breath, mommy. It otay." She said calmly. I did as she said.

"Gu-guys.." I panted, "I'm s-sorry." I tried to fight what was happening, but my eyelids were so heavy that it became impossible to do. Then, against my will and despite my efforts, I collapsed into the darkness.

But something was different.

*******

Gerard's Point of View;

Stormy collapsed in the chair, letting her body go limp where she sat, my arms engulfed around her. I began to panic; this couldn't be it, not already. She still had time! She was supposed to still have fucking time. She was doing great; she seemed to be getting stronger. She needed a miracle and we all knew it, a miracle that I don't think was going to come.

I was terrified, but I tried not to let it show on the surface for Bandit's sake. Everyone else saw right through me, I have never been so weak. I had to remain clam, if not for me, then for Bandit. She looked absolutely terrified as she cowered behind Alicia's leg. I had to convince us all that Storm was going to be alright.

"Mikey! Call 911, please, before it's too late." Mikey nodded as he snatched his phone off of the table in front of him.

"My sister just collapsed, she has cancer.... Acute lymphocytic leukemia... ends stage... please." He hung up and ran back to us.

When I looked up, I noticed quickly that we had drawn a crowd, everyone was gathered around us, staring, shaking their heads. I could feel the pity emanating from these strangers. Fuck. This was going to be a long night.

*******

The same fucking incessant beeping echoed through the halls as we all waited to hear something about Stormy. We had been here for three hours already, not one of us moving from the spot that we sat in.