It was luke's 20th birthday and calum was rushed to the nearest hospital at 11pm that night. He was complaining about chest pain and couldn't breathe. His lips were blue and he was white as snow. His hands and feet were cold to the touch and Cal tried very hard to remain conscious.
He got all different kinds of scans and tests. He was getting worse and they were in England at the moment for tour.
The doctor came in with a frown on his face, it was probably bad news.
The doctor huffed and read over the paper in his hand, cleared his throat and said, "it's worse". And immediately Calum cried. "What do you mean it's worse?" Michael questioned. "It spread to his heart." The doctor stopped talking. Pity grew in everyone's eyes. "You're not going to die. I promise you that." Those words kept play back in my head. Why I haven't I died yet? Who was keeping me here? Why? I was suffering really bad. "What do we do now?" I asked in a state of concern. "We'll have to operate. Open heart surgery is a serous surgery with loads of risks. Luckily, I can remove the tumor with out any problems." The doctor stopped talking. I thought to myself, ew another ugly scar to add to my body. Other thoughts fled my mind. It can save your life. This surgery can save your life Calum. Do it.
"Quick question doctor, before we concent to the surgery may I ask you something?" Finally Luke had a serious question. " I think Calum needs to talk to someone, he's been depressed and I think he needs to feel comfortable about the operation. I mean I don't mean to crack a joke but, you'll be slicing his chest open and that can lead to man more issues."
"If you insist Luke. I think I'll have someone talk to you all before the surgery tomorrow. What religion are you guy?" The nice doctor asked.
"We're Christians." Michael answered.
"Alrighty than I know a friend who's a priest who will be willing to talk to you guys at this hour. He's here, I'll go get him." The doctor stepped out and than everyone in the room looked at each other.
"Great, now you guys are basically setting me up for my coffin. Mine as well let the tumor kill me right now." Calum was angry and upset at the same time. I don't really blaming him, if I was in his position.
**a knock on the door**
"May I come in?" A deep mans voice asked.
Michael began to laugh a little and said, "it's midnight and were talking to a priest, I'm either high or I'm dreaming."
The priest nodded and laughed.
"Now, shall we began?" He said.
"Hi I'm Calum and I'm afraid of dying." Calum was kind of afraid to admit that but he did as long as he knew he'd get help.
The priest said a prayer over Calum & the rest of the boys watched. They were amazed to be honest.
"If I die during the operation...where will I go? What will happen?" Cal was full of questions.
"When you pass away, that means god is calling his children back. You'll go to heaven Calum." The priest gave a kind smile.
"What's heaven like?" Michael was clearly interested. He sat there in amazement.
"No one really knows what heavens like..but from the bible it's described as a kingdom. God runs the kingdom. People will walk freely, no pain, no sickness. Healthy." The priest went on and on and explained it to michael as best as he could.
The priest talked to Calum for an about the operation and than left so they can get some sleep.
7am the next morning......
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Battlefield ( Calum Hood fanfic)
Fanfiction{completed } March 2015 - March 2016 Calum's illness exculpates into something nobody could have imagined. Can anyone save him before it's too late?
