Will We Talk?

68- Diagnosis

Evie's POV:

I'd not been in the hospital long- only staying in until I found out what's actually wrong with me. At first, I thought I might've been pregnant again, but I soon realised nothing had recently happened that could've caused that. Then, I thought it was because I hadn't really ate the day I passed out, but I'd been throwing up and fainting more frequently than I'd like to admit. So, I guess, in the end, I'm just an unsolved puzzle.

To be honest, I'm actually enjoying this visit to hospital, even though I feel like a right scruff. I'm kept company either by a book or the nurses who come and replace my medications- which happens an uncountable number of times per day. It's also been a kick in the arse to actually start taking care of myself. After going for an x-ray, I found out I didn't have to wear a moonboot anymore, so there was a bit of good news. All I had to do was attend physio. Currently, I'd been in the hospital for two days and 3/4, yet desperately hoping to get out soon so I can see Yvonne.

People think I've forgotten about her diagnosis, but I really haven't. It's hard to forget. They forget it was a traumatic day when I found out, so obviously I was going to remember such a piece of information. The thought of her losing her battle constantly tormented my mind, but I quickly came to my senses as I knew she'd hang on. That girl is an angel. She's an absolute warrior. She'd keep going even when the fittest of men wouldn't. Yvonne's strong and she's brave: the role model mammy for her bairns.

It hurt me that they were so little and probably here, there and everywhere with her being in hospital for a little while. If I were well, everyone and their grandma knows that I'd take care of them. That family don't deserve what's going on with them at the minute. If I could be Yvonne, I one hundred percent would be.

But I can't. I'm Evelyn. Evelyn who's just been told that she can be discharged after her blood test results are discussed, which doesn't sound too great.

"Is anyone meant to be visiting you today, Evelyn?" the doctor questioned.

"Not that I know of. I could ask around if needed." I suggested, reaching for my phone.

"No. It's alright. I'll just keep you here until someone is here, if that's okay." he confirmed.

This was not sounding good. At all.

Then, my phone rang as a saviour to all of my problems: Sam.

"What now?" I jokingly huffed.

"I guess I'll just not come see you then." he replied back huffily before he mumbled a quick "Kidding."

"Aye, better be. The doctor's just came in and told me someone needs to be here when he explains what's gannin' on with is." I informed him, willing for him to show up soon.

"Oh dear." he sighed, "Well, I'm literally downstairs in the shops, do you want any snacks? Drinks?"

"Nah you're alreet, just hurry up because I need to get oot of here and stat." I genuinely huffed this time, on my last leg from not seeing Yvonne.

It wasn't long until Sam arrived at my door, panting ferociously after he'd sprinted to come see me. In hand were a small bouquet and a tea- supposedly for himself. A smile made its way to my face and my arms opened instinctively, which he fell into, laying a kiss on my cheek as he stood back up again.