Let Me Teach Ya (Nemi)

It's You

Demi's Pov

"Nick can't come to the phone right now. He is.. he is engaged in sexual activities right now," I heard Delta say into the phone. Before I could hear anything else, I hung up the phone as fast as I could. I was completely disgusted and mortified at what I had just heard. I leaned back on my couch, with a glass of wine in my hand. Why would Nick let Delta answer the phone? I get that we didn't exactly end things on good terms, but how careless of him. I shook my head at how annoyed I was. I closed my eyes and started to think back to the previous night, when Nick was here, squeezing me tightly. I missed him so much, and the thought of him with anyone else, truly saddened me.

The next morning I woke up pretty early, probably from the anxiety of having to go into work, after my pre-op appointment, and see Nick. I started to get ready, when my phone made a ding. I picked up my phone, and when I saw that it was Nick, my heart skipped a beat. I opened the message to see what he had to say.

Nick: Thinking of you.

I read the text message once, twice, and then a few more several times. Each time, a small smile appeared on my face, and then eventually it started to fade. What the fuck does this mean? Thinking of you? Was that even meant for me, or was that meant for his snake of a girlfriend? I was so irritated, I quickly deleted the message so I didn't have to look at it anymore. I finished getting ready, and then I headed over to the doctors office for my pre-op appointment at nine.

Sitting in the office alone, I watched as couples entered and exited the room. I waited eagerly in my seat, after checking in, and wished that someone was here with me. My mom and dad weren't able to fly in until Thursday, after my surgery, and Marissa had some big meeting for work. The more I sat here, alone, the more nervous I got.

"Ms. Lovato?" A nurse came out and called. I stood up and smiled up at her.

"Anyone here with you today?" The nurse asked as she waited, probably assuming someone would come, but they didn't.

"Nope. Just me. Everyone else was preoccupied," I said with a weak smile. I watched as the nurse smiled at me and nodded her head. She took me back to a room and went over a few standard procedures. She checked my weight, my blood pressure, and asked me a few questions. When she finished her part, she went ahead and closed the door, letting me know that the Doctor would be in shortly.

I sat there, staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for the Doctor to come in. There was finally a knock on the door. The door crept open, and in stepped the Doctor.

"Hello, Ms. Lovato. How are you doing today?" Dr. Callaway came further into the room and asked, while shaking my hand.

"I am doing alright," I said, trying to display a confident smile.

"Good, well, it looks like we are all ready for your surgery on wednesday. Everything looks good," he said as he ruffled through the papers on my chart.

I nodded my head in agreeance, " Good," I calmly said.

"Here is some paperwork that I am going to give you to take home and read at your leisure. We will be going over everything in these packets, but first I wanted to see if you had any questions before we get started?" Dr. Callaway asked as he looked over at me.

I watched him closely for a few seconds and then shook my head, "No, I don't think I have any questions. Well, yet, anyways," I said with a chuckle.

He laughed, "Great, well let's get started," he said as he went ahead and pulled his chair to face me. " Okay, so normally, if I wanted to get a closer look at your cyst, we could go in and do what is called, laparoscopy. That is where we would make a smaller incision, but, here's the but," he said with a wide eyes, as he held up his hands to demonstrate. "Sense we have concerns about cancer, we are going to do what is called a laparotomy. This will give me, and my team, the best view of your abdominal organs, and of your pelvic organs," he explained as he watched me closely.