Hold On I Still Need You

-Through Thick and Thin-

*Song: "You Got Friend in Me" Randy Newman*

Sophie's POV:

As the morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft shadow across the room, I wake up. The events of yesterday are still fresh in my mind. I finally told my friends the truth about my illness. A heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It's a relief to stop pretending and hiding. However, along with that relief, an unfamiliar sense of anxiety lingers.

I'm not accustomed to being the one in need of help. I've always been the one providing assistance, not receiving it. They have been incredibly kind and caring, but a part of me wants to retreat and avoid being a burden. I'm unsure of what is expected of me now.

Picking up my phone, I see a text appear on the screen from Keefe. "Everything will be okay Foster, Remember you don't have to carry this alone. We're here for you."

I breathe in deeply. He's right. Today, I'm going to take the first step. I have to learn to lean on them—on the people who care about me the most.

Later that day, Biana is the first to visit after I told everyone the truth. She arrives at my door with a bright smile, holding a basket of my favorite snacks. Her energy is contagious, and despite everything, I can't help but feel a little lighter as I welcome her inside.

At first I felt a little embarrassed—unsure of what she expects from me. But Biana doesn't give me a chance to overthink it. Without asking how I'm doing, she immediately pulls me onto the couch and insists on a movie marathon. "Distractions are the best medicine," she declares, setting the snacks down and grabbing the remote.

As we watch the films, Biana chatters away, filling the space with laughter and the latest gossip. I realize how much I've missed moments like this—just the simple joy of being with a friend, laughing about nothing important. For the first time in days, I forget about my illness, if only for a little while.

Biana doesn't need to say much to make me feel better. Her mere presence reminds me that even though things are hard, there's still room for fun, for normalcy. As the movie ends, she gently assures me, "You don't have to do this alone. We're all here for you."

Her words sink in, and my heart swells with gratitude. I've always been the one offering support, but now, it feels like I have a real network of people behind me—people who want to help, just as much as I've helped them.

The next day, Fitz and Dex show up together, each offering their support in their own way.

Fitz, always serious, was the first to speak. "Is there anything I can do to help with your treatment or care?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. He quickly started suggesting medical resources that could be helpful, and I was both surprised and grateful. Fitz's main concern was her physical well-being, and it was evident that he was committed to ensuring she didn't have to go through this alone.

I was a little taken aback by how serious Fitz is but I can't help but appreciate his dedication. His father is a doctor so he offered to help with appointments or any logistical needs, making it clear that he'll be there every step of the way. I find comfort in his concern for me, even if it feels a little overwhelming.

Dex, on the other hand, is a bit more laid-back. He tells her about some of the new invention ideas he has, his playful nature lightening the atmosphere. But underneath it all, I can see how much he cares. He may not have the same serious approach as Fitz, but he's equally invested in my well-being. I mean why wouldn't he, he's my amazing cousin, even if it's by adoption.

Dex then offers to assist with anything tech-related, whether it's setting up virtual meetings with my doctor or researching alternative treatments. His practical support is just as meaningful as Fitz's protective instincts. While Fitz focuses on action and care, Dex focuses on helping in a way that feels more approachable and fun.