Diagnosis

11

As happy as I was that Phil kissed me, I was still pissed that he told the doctors to start treatment. It wasn't his choice to make, but I'm thankful.
I had just woken up after a session of chemo therapy and I was sore all over. I'm not really sure why though.
Phil sat in the chair next to my bed, his head rested in his hands as he slept. I wanted to just get up and cuddle with him but I can't do that with all these damn tubes and machines. I desperately want to get out of here.
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PHILS POV
I ran through the hospital desperately looking for Kolby. She wasn't anywhere I looked and I couldn't stop until I found her. I came across a room with a closed door so I pushed it open.
I looked in and found a bunch of doctors surrounding a bed. I walked in and looked at who was in the bed. Kolby laid there, her skin pale and she wasn't breathing.
"She's dead. She's dead. She's dead." The doctor repeated. I grabbed her hand, and held it. She was limp and I was trying not to cry.
All of a sudden one of the nurses started screaming. "WERE LOSING HER! HURRAY! HURRAY! WERE LOSING HER."

I woke up screaming and I found doctors surrounding Kolby, one of the nurses yelling were losing her. They were shocking her, and trying various things.
One of the nurses escorted me out. "Save her! Save her, please! Kolby I love you!" I screamed as the nurse closed the door. People gave me strange looks and I kicked the wall. No, this can't be happening, I can't lose her.
I just realized what an idiot I was for not seeing my feelings for her sooner, I can't lose her now. Not now.
I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Dan's number, he picked up on the sixth ring.
"Dan! Something's wrong with Kolby! You need to get to the hospital now." I told him, my heart racing and tears streaming down my face.
"Don't worry Phil, I'm on my way. She'll be fine, she has to be." I could hear the panic and sadness in his voice. I turned my phone off and leaned against the wall. This can't be happening.
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"Phil, how long has she been in there?" Dan asked me, running his hand through his hair. He was shaking and he had tear stains on his cheeks.
"She's been in there for an hour, and the doctors still haven't come out. I need to know if she's ok." I sighed sliding down the wall to the floor. He joined me and we sat in silence.
"I need her to be ok." Dan mumbled, putting his head in his hands. Finally a nurse came out, sweat dripping form her forehead and her face flushed. I quickly stood up.
"Is she ok?" I asked, trying to see into the room.
"She's ok now, but she isn't stable just yet. She started treatment so late, it's hard to help her. She explained. My heart fell, when she told me she wasn't stable. I thanked her and than shoved past her and into the room, Dan quickly followed before she could object.
Kolby, lay there, her face pale and she looked tired. I walked up to her and took her hand. It was limp... No, no, no the nurse said she was ok. The beeping on the monitor stopped and it was flat. The doctors shoved me away and continued trying to save her. Dan screamed and backed against the wall, his chest falling and rising rapidly. He squinted his eyes shut and took deep breaths.
"Come on Kolby." I whispered under my breath, crossing my fingers. Be ok.