Country Music Jesus (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 4

Avalynn's POV:

"Okay. Yes, of course. She seems fine. You reckon? I don't think. Do you? Okay we'll be sure to come in. Thank y'all for everything. Okay now, bye-bye." My moms voice echoed through the walls, waking me up. I opened my eyes and saw my door slowly open. I was back in my room after falling asleep on the grass with Sarah. Niall and her aren't as close as Zayn and I, but they did just start textin'. I for one, threw up a pail of blood right in the egg toss. Kids started screamin' and claimed I was some sort of zombie, and I was the biginning of the 'acopolypse.' These kids listen to the radio way to much. "Booboo? You awake? My oh my, Country Music Jesus, you open them eyes." My mom demanded, chuckling softly. I pried my eyes awake, and looked at her.

"I was asleep momma." I exclaimed.

"That doesn't matter. We're headed to the hospital, they think they've found somethin' raunchy in your blood test." Momma stated.

"Raunchy, momma? Really? And what did they find, dirt? I'm clean." I chuckled.

"No, a little worse than dirt, lovey. We think it's stomach cancer. Tell me honestly, have you been feeling iffy at all. Throwin' up blood or having extreme headache's?" My mom asked hesitantley. "Avalynn Grace Church don't you dare lie to me, this is serious." She half yelled.

I shook my head yes, immediately losing eye contact with her. She began to go all motherly, feelin' up my face and everything. She then called up Sarah to see if i'm hiding something, and with a matter of minutes, Uncle Kip and Sarah were at me bedside. Momma hassled her until she told everything I have been doing. She mentioned how I passed out more than twice, i've been throwing up, and my extreme pain's to the head. My mom nearly passed out, and all my dad managed to say was, "Damn." Leave it to my daddy to just kill the tension. I was forced to my feet and demanded to change. I put on Brian's workout shorts on and a brown tank top. I brushed my hair quickly, and threw on my cowgirl hat. I turned around to cry, but was greeted by Sarah who apperently never left my room. She was playing with Hazza, my adorable orange kitty. Yes Hazza, like the nickname for Harry Styles. He likes cats, Hazza is the name, no hate y'all.

"I don't think the doc's are gonna like your cowgirl hat." Sarah stated. "Wait, Texas doesn't have the best hospital. We don't even have a children's hospital, what if you get transferred?!" Sarah cried out. I chuckled at how quickly she jumps to conclusions. I mean, yeah if I do have bread basket disease, then of course I get transferred. But there is no way in Country's Hell am I leaving Sarah here.

"Sarah Moore, do you believe for one second that if I did have Cancer, I would leave you here? Of course if I do get this iffy disease then you're sure as Hell comin' with me." I stated angrily. She huffed, and waited down stairs for me with the rest of the group. I really hope whatever's wrong with me doesn't have to much of an effect. It can't be that bad, can it?

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Zayn Malik: No way, stomach Cancer? Love, whatever happens i'm here for you. Promise x

New Message: How sweet of yuh! And I know, pretty scary, hey? You're a sweet heart.

Zayn Malik: Send me a pic of you, love. I wanna see your smile before you get sick x

New Message: Awh, alrighty! It was last summer though, I have no pics at the second! ;) IMG.jpg (Picture on the side)

I blushed as I zoned back into whatever world i'm living at this moment. The doctor's broke the news to us on how I need to be transferred to London. It's apperently equipted with the best tools to keep me healthy. It's the best children's hospital out there, and it's the last childrens hospital that accepts my age group. I was all upset about this until they mentioned the best parts. I get my own room in which I can decorate it how I'd like. It's still a hospital room, just a hospital room to call my own. I get to walk around the hospital as long as i'm hooked up to my medicen and pills. I'd much rather have leaves and envy, but that wasn't a choice. Trust me, my daddy asked well over a hundred times. My favorite part about all of this, is that because Sarah and I are already homed schooled, we both get to move out here. The bad part, not everyone can come. The arrangement goes like this;