A Little Too Soon for Goodbye

15 -Sick

I stand in front of the mirror in the hospital bathroom, razor in hand. I got my first round of chemo a few hours ago, and I know that soon I will be sick.

Adrien stands behind me, and he has a hand on my shoulder. I take a deep breath and sigh, turning it on and carefully running it over my head. After I'm done with what I can see, Adrien does the back, and soon he is done.

I grab the other razor that I have by the sink, and put a little bit of shaving cream on my eyebrows. I shave them off, and look in the mirror again. My lower lip slightly wobbles, but I bite it so Adrien doesn't see.

"I'll leave you alone to shower." He solemnly says, walking out and closing the door behind him. I take off my clothes and take a quick shower, getting all of the hair off of me.

When I walk out, Nino is there and the two boys are talking. My parents and Adrien's are talking in the corner, and I smile. I go and sit down on my bed and talk with everyone.

A few minutes later Tikki comes in, putting an i.v. in my hand, and I talk to her for awhile.

Now it's just a waiting game.

Usually I go home after a treatment, but we don't know how I'll react to this one, and if something goes wrong then I'll be here and can get help.

About two hours later, I start to feel sick, and I relax into the bed. I take a few deep breaths, and I can tell I'm going to puke. I quickly sit up, grabbing the bucket on the side table next to me, holding it close.

Adrien looks at me, grabbing my hand. "Is it starting?" I nod, breathing deeply through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, waiting.

I suddenly lean forward, violently puking into the bucket, and Adrien rubs my back. My mom is holding my hand, and my dad has his hand on top of both of ours. I cough, taking a deep breath, and wait.

I lean back, closing my eyes, and press the call button. Julia, a nice older nurse comes in, and she asks, "has it started sweetheart?" I nod, and she gives me a sympathetic smile. She grabs the bucket, walks out, and a few minutes later comes back in with a clean one.

I lean back against the bed and feel the exhaustion start to set in. I close my eyes and completely relax, wishing that this week was over. Going through this over and over is awful.

I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is bright green. Adrien has a look of adoration on his face, and his bottom lip is in between his teeth. It is released as it gives way to a smile, and a light blush coats his cheeks.

"What were you thinking about Agreste?" I ask, and he slightly laughs. "Agreste?" He asks, not answering my question. "Don't avoid my question." I whisper, slowly blinking. I'm so tired.

"Fine." He whispers back, lifting his hand from the bed, that is lowered all the way back, and using his pinky to tickle the bridge of my nose. I let my eyes close for a few seconds, but I slowly open them again.

"I was thinking about kissing you again." He says, so quiet that I know no one else heard. I feel my cheeks heat up, but besides that I don't do anything. I continue to stare at him, and his finger repeatedly runs down the middle of my face.

"Okay. Maybe we can after I feel better." I whisper to him, and his eyes go wide. "Really?" He asks, and I nod.

I close my eyes, and soon I am asleep.

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I wake up gasping, taking in my surroundings. Plagg is standing over me, a relieved look on his face, and two defibrillator things in his hands. Adrien is standing in the corner, tears streaming down his face, and there are are several people frozen around me.

The mask that was pumping air into my lungs is removed from my face, and I use my hands and arms to cover my bare chest. "What happened?" I ask, and Plagg puts a blanket over me. I hold it close to me, and slowly begin to sit up. He helps me, and raises the bed with the button on the side.

"The chemo treatment is too intense. Your body can't handle it. It caused you to go into cardiac arrest."

"I died?" I whisper, slightly horrified. Plagg nods, and a shaky breath leaves me. I feel sick. "Can you hand me a bucket please?" His eyes widen and he nods, quickly getting one under my face. I throw up, and feel empty.

Adrien comes over, placing his hand on my bare shoulder, and I look up at him. "You're okay." He whispers. There are thick tears in his eyes, and I smile at him.

"Come here." He leans down and I wrap one arm around him. "Plagg, can you grab me a shirt out of my bag?" He nods, grabbing one, and handing it to me. Adrien pulls away and turns around, and so do the rest of the doctors. I know they all saw me naked a few seconds ago, but that was different.

When that happened, I was just a body. I had no sort of life in me. My heart stopped, my mind stopped working, and everything began to shut down. Now, however, life was brought back into me, and I'm no longer just a body.

I quickly put it on, and say, "okay." They all turn back around, and Adrien gives me an actual hug.

"You're okay." He whispers to me, clinging tightly to me.

"You're okay." He whispers again, more to himself then to me.

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A/N: I know that if someone went into cardiac arrest, chances are they would face some mental and physical issues, and they wouldn't immediately wake up, but this story isn't at all medically accurate. Please, remember that and keep it into consideration.