Sickness AU [COMPLETED]

♡chapter eight♡

•Riley•
The doctors said it was just a minor cold, gave me a prescription and sent me on my way. That didn't make mom and dad feel any better. Throughout the diagnosis I could see my moms knuckles turn white and her clench her jaw. Dad put a hand over hers.
I looked down at my legs that were dangling over the edge of the exam table.
The doctor left the room not even saying goodbye and leaving the prescription on the counter. I peered up at mom and her expression changed immediately. Her hand unfolded and she hung her head tears falling out.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Dad put a hand on her back and she put her head on his shoulder.
"I'm scared. Because that doctor couldn't give two shits about you. He just looked at you and diagnosed you, no tests... nothing."
I felt sorry for mom. I couldn't imagine being in her position. I never see her cry, she always stays strong for me so I don't know she's hurting, but I know. Dad told me.

"You're mom isn't as strong as you think she is." Dad said as we were cuddled up in front of the TV.
I moved my head from his chest to look at his face.
He smiled weakly at me.
"Every night after she kisses your cheek she walks into our room silent. She changes into her pajamas puts her hair up, gets under the covers and cries."
"How long has she done this?" I asked.
"Ever since the day you got cancer."
He picked up my hand tracing his finger over it.
"Some nights she cries out in anger, cussing, and saying horrible things through her teeth. And other nights she folds her hands together and cries till she falls asleep."
"Do you help her?"
"The most I can do is hold her and let her pour her heart out, your mom loves you to the moon and back baby. So much that she stays awake to cry and pray for you."

"Isn't it a cold? You have it for a couple weeks and then it's gone?"
I questioned, I remember when I asked that in the hospital room when I was diagnosed with Leukemia.
Mom smiled holding out her hand. I took it and she pulled me inbetween her and dad.
"Lets keep our hopes up for that to happen." She said, just like she did 3 years ago.
~ *2 days later*
I sat in the waiting room biting the inside of my lip as I waited for the new consular to call me in. About two years ago my mom and dad agreed to sending me to counseling once a month to talk about my cancer.
I honestly don't know why they did that, I didn't need any help understanding what was happening to me. I had cancer, I was slowly dying. That's all there is to it.

The door to the counselors office opened and a young woman stepped out, she wasn't dressed like the normal person I see, she wore suits and heels with her hair tight into a bun. This counselor wore white flats, jeans, and a really pretty red shirt that matched her bracelet. Her black hair was braided perfectly into a bun and had a white bow above the bun.

"Are you Riley?" She asked sweetly. I nodded standing up and walking twords her.

"You can take a seat right there." She directed sitting across from me. I looked down at the table I between us expecting a huge book or something irrelevant but I found a blank peice of paper and a pencil.

"Well you were probably expecting your other counselor today, but you got me. She's out for a little while, so I will be taking her spot, my name is Michelle." She had a raspy voice and I liked it a lot.

"So tell me what's going on lately, old counselor says you spent a lot of time on your living room couch, is that still true?"
"It's not anymore, thankfully." I answered getting a laugh from Michelle.
"So what got you out of the house?"
"My best friend. My girlfriend." I said a smile creeping onto my face.
Michelle grinned. "How are you guys?"
"Wonderful. I've never been happier, she's perfect."
"How does she make you feel?"
"Like I'm not dying, like I'm a healthy 14 year old girl that has the rest of her life ahead of her."