Niall's POV
"So, how much time does he have left??" Harry asked the nurse. The nurse looked sad.
"About two weeks." he said.
I couldn't believe it. I was slowly and painfully dying in this bed, and it's my fault!
"Can I at least get a type of wheelchair so I can breathe outside before I never can?" I said.
"Yeah, but you have to be careful!"
He answered.
"Can't you guys at least try cemo therapy on him and operate his tumours?" Liam asked.
"Yes, we can, but the changes of surviving are 4%, and it's extremely expensive." The doctor answered.
"Liam, I'm going to die anyways. It's my fault, and we can't do anything about it!" I said. I sounded angry, but I was only scared and sad.
"Niall, it's not your fault!" Liam said.
"Yes, it is, I wish I was already dead!" I cried out loud. Exactly in this moment, my mum and dad entered the room with red eyes and tear strained cheeks. They came straight to me and hugged me for a long time.
"Niall, you are 17 years old, I want you to just try cemo and operation!" My dad said and kissed my cheek. I nodded.
"Okay, operation tonight 10 pm. You have 8 hours to do something you want to." the nurse said.
The boys helped me into the wheelchair and rolled me out of the room. It smelled clean and like soap. I sneezed.
"Bless you, darling." Louis said.
"Thanks." I answered.
"What do you think about that we go to Nandos, Niall?" My mum asked. Now, I actually smiled a little. We ate at nandos and went to the park. We just enjoyed ourselves until it was time to go back.
"We should head back now!" Zayn said.
"Yeah. It's almost time." Harry said.
I looked at everything around me. I appreciated every single sight. Th
The dogs, trees, houses, the flowers. Maybe this is the last time outside. I thought. I breathed in and out two slow breaths before we entered the big hospital.
The boys settled me on the bed again, and the nurse came in.
"Are you ready, Niall?" The nurse asked. I nodded, and my dad patted my shoulder.
"Good! I will take you to the operation room in 5 minutes, they are still cleaning from the last patient." The nurse said as he left.
"Niall, we love you so much, and we're praying for this to end well. We will be right here if you wake up, and if you don't." My dad said. Everyone was sobbing now.
The nurse came back and rolled me out. The boys and my parents followed right behind until we arrived at the operating theatre. They blew me kisses before the door closed.
