Quiet Like a Ghost

Chapter Twelve: Diagnosis

Opal's POV:
We're in the hospital waiting room, surrounded by people crying over their own problems and pacing around. Chris has been my rock, holding me when I needed and talking to me when I needed a distraction. I don't know why he chose to be my comfort person, Ricky would've done it or any of the other guys but I guess dating my sister makes it your duty.

Speaking of Ricky he's been staring at me a lot more than usual. I thought for awhile he was just spacing out and it was just coincidence that he spaced out looking over at me but everytime I look at him back he looks away, shifting awkwardly in his chair acrossed from me. I think Chris noticed too, glaring at him, it's pretty clear now Ricky likes me but I'm not interested.

"Friends and family of Devin Sola?" A nurse calls. "Yes?" We all crowd around her. "The doctor thinks he knows what's wrong with him but we still need to runs some tests to know for sure." She tells us. "But, he is awake so if one at a time, you'd like to see him. You may."

Obviously I go first since Ricky took my spot in the ambulance and I am his girlfriend after all. "Hey." I sat quietly when I walk in, closing the door. "Hey." He repeats, not knowing what to say. "You really scared me." I tell him, my eyes watering, still worried. "Come here." He pulls me onto the hospital bed, holding me close. "I'm sorry for all this." He whispers into my hair. "Why are you sorry? You're the one in pain." I whisper. "Because I hate seeing you stressed and I'm actually not in pain anymore. They are worse than you and Chris about getting me high off painkillers." He chuckles. "As long as you aren't in pain, I don't care if you're high." I tell him, looking up to him and lightly kissing him. He kisses me back, harder, his hands on me just like earlier.

"Knock, knock." Chris smirks, he really enjoys ruining our sexy moments. "Dude. Would you stop that?" Devin complains. "No. But anyway, my turn." He motions for me to get out. I sigh, getting up, Devin's arm stopping me, pulling me on top of him, kissing me. "Chris really wants to talk to you." I say, swallowing a moan from him rubbing me through my jeans. "If he was smart he'd fuck off." He whispers, kissing my collarbone. "Babe, please. Not here." I moan, gripping into his hair. "Your body disagrees." He smirks. "Devin." I scold as he moves his hands back onto my hips. "Fine." He grumbles, helping me off him.

Devin's POV:
God she's sexy. I just want her hands in my hair and those beautiful moans coming out of her equally beautiful mouth. Like seriously, Chris is such a cunt.

She kisses my cheek goodbye and walks out, Chris coming in. "She is so much different than Penelope but so much alike as well." He chuckles. "Yeah? They're twins so not surprising." I mumble. "Yeah, both sexy as fuck." He smiles. "Careful." I glare. "Chill, I got my twin you have yours, no sharing." He chuckles. "I held her when she cried because you blacked out and there's one huge difference between Pen and O, Opal cries a river whenever she's stressed, sad, or worried. Penelope just punches people, mainly me, and destroys things." He tells me. "Thank you for comforting her and really? Does she pack a punch?" I ask, curious.

"Fuck yeah." He scoffs, pulling up his shirt showing a dark purple bruise in the center of his abdomen. "Ow, what triggered her?" I ask. "I don't know, didn't ask, too busy keeping her from destroying the house." He sighs. She really wears him out, but that just shows how much he loves her. He lets her take out her frustrations on him and doesn't mention it. It's been a year of them dating so I can't imagine how many times he's been hit.

"Enough about Penelope and I, how are you?" He asks. "Good, numb, I feel stoned from all the painkillers." I tell him, "Yeah? That must be a nice change from the pain of the past few days." He chuckles. "Yeah, I prefer pain." I chuckle along. "Perhaps we should trade sisters." He jokes. "Nah, Pen talks too much. I would go crazy." I shake my head. "Yeah, she's talkitive but she does shut up, and when she does its kind of boring." He shrugs.

After chatting for a bit, he leaves, letting the others come ask how I am, eventually Opal coming back. "You staying like, for more than a tease?" I ask, smirking. "I'm staying, yes, but the doctor wants to talk to us so none of that." She sighs, climbing into the bed, cuddling next to me. "That's ok."

The doctor comes in a few minutes later, putting black film that is used to show x-rays on the uv light thing. "Hello again, Mr and Mrs Sola?" He questions whether we're married or not. "We're not married, I'm his girlfriend, Opal." She replies quickly, would it be that horrible if we were? Jesus. Why did she say it like that?

"Ok, do you live together?" He asks. "Yeah, why?" I ask. "If she lives with you she should know your diagnosis, if not you could've decided whether or not she knew." He explains. "What is his diagnosis?" She presses, obviously worried again.

The doctor seems unsure of what to say but he finds his words. "We took an MRI of your brain to check for any abnormalities while you were unconscious. We found a rather large mass in your cebral cortex, have been remembering things that you forgot about or forgot things?" He asks. "Not that I know of." I shake my head.

"Actually, I think so. He had a night terror that he can't remember but it must've been pretty realistic, he almost choked me but during it he was mumbling things, the only thing I understood was a name, Brandon." She speaks up. Brandon? Like my cousin? I don't know why he'd show up in my dream. "Who's Brandon, Babe?" She asks me. "I had a cousin named Brandon." I think, trying to remember him.

"Well, that was a symptom of the tumor. We don't know if it's cancerous or not, but in order to find out we need to do a biopsy, I don't want to rush anything and take it out completely, if it is cancerous there's no point in risking your life to take it out." He tells us. It's scaring Opal who is looking at me, her eyes watering. I listen to the doctor, rubbing her back soothingly. I don't know if it's the meds or not but I'm not scared at all.