I was alone in that god forsaken room for god knows how long before I woke up to complete and utter silence. I was also alone.
I didn't know what I expected after the blow out with Luke, but I was really wondering where he was instead of next to me.
My phone was on the bedside table next to the bed, so I dialed his number. It rang a few times, then a few more. I was taken to his voicemail, so I hung up and redialed.
Yet, he still didn't answer the phone, but I took the time to listen to the recording.
"Hey, it's Luke! If you didn't notice, I didn't answer, but I will call you later!" His voice was trying to sound charming but you could faintly hear Mikey in the back ground saying that he sucked balls.
"No I don't, you dimwit." He whined before the line went dead and I giggled lightly, pressing end since I didn't feel the need to leave a message. Instead, I looked around the room, but it was almost completely empty besides the few chairs and hanging framed landscapes.
The door swung open, and in stepped my physician. He sat on the lounger next to my bed with my files on his clipboard sitting in his lap. He cleared his throat to speak.
"I've seen you a bit too much this week, wouldn't you say?" I chuckled at his questioned. He was right, I hated the hospital, so I wasn't necessarily happy about turning up there three times in a week.
"Yeah, I would agree with you, but there isn't much I can do, is there?" I sighed, slightly exasperated. I was rock stuck in a hard place. I wanted to live a normal life, but it was slowly making me worse. If I stopped living and was just alive, it would kill me as well, but in a different way.
He shook his head, knowing how I felt. "I know that you are conflicted, but you have another two weeks before surgery, so you need to be careful about what you are doing. I never really have a problem with telling teenagers to sit at home and watch Netflix and eat." He joked.
I laughed along with him , "I guess you can say that I am living on the edge." We were silent for a while. "Tell me, what is the survival rate of this surgery?" I didn't know if I wanted to know the answer.
He glanced down for a moment. "With your age and other medical issues, it's 85%." My heart dropped instantly.
Shakily, I spoke. "So, considering that I have a 15% chance of dying, why not live a little just to be sure?" I sounded depressed and on the verge of tears.
He nodded understandingly. "I have hope for you, Hannah. You're a stubborn one, so I don't think you will give up the fight that easily." He shrugged before passing through the door.
Only if he knew how much I didn't want to wake up.
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