Skittles and tea

Chapter Ten

Chris’ POV

It had been four days since PJ had his MRI scan. He had to stay in the hospital because he was too weak to be at home, he kept his Pokémon blanket with him at all times and I had bought him his Adventure Time mug because I knew how much he loved it. PJ hadn’t looked too great when I came to visit him yesterday, but when I arrived this morning he seemed to have perked up a bit, making me very happy. We smiled and hugged when I entered the room.

 “You look better this morning” I chirped, sitting my arse down on the comfiest chair ever that was next to PJ’s bed.

“I feel it! I feel kind of better, not much, but enough to eat some food!”

“That’s great because I bought you” I went rooting through my bag, PJ was trying to peak and see what I’d bought him. I pulled out a massive domino’s pizza. “PIZZA!” I shouted, PJ got excited. I knew he couldn’t resist pizza, even this early in the morning. We sat there and shared the lovely ham and pineapple pizza and PJ turned his TV on, luckily for the both of us our favourite show was on, Mrs. Brown’s Boys. PJ had raved about how great that show was, and I went home the night that he told me and watched it online, it was hilarious; neither of us missed it on Wednesdays. We sat there, giggling at Agnes Brown and eating pizza, everything was perfect for that moment. But then that moment ended. PJ’s Doctor entered the room, with a clipboard. He seemed happy though, I guess it was because PJ was looking better.

“Good morning!” The Doctor boomed, we both smiled back, me still scoffing down my slice.

“Are those my results, Doctor?” PJ asked with a smile after the Doctor had made small talk about Mrs. Brown's Boys and the weather, he nodded to signify that they were the test results. This was it. We were about to find out what was wrong with PJ. The Doctor turned off the TV and I closed the pizza box and placed it back in my bag. The Doctor put a hand on my shoulder as I stood up to get out of the way, this wasn’t good. I watch scrubs. I know that Doctor’s only do the classic hand-on-shoulder when it’s bad news.

“PJ, I’ve been reading through your test results” the Doctor began. “Repeatedly all morning, I wish I had better news for you” PJ’s face fell and my heart sank.

“Son, I’m afraid you have a malignant tumour”

NO. No. This wasn’t happening. That’s not right! PJ does not have a tumour, and it’s definitely not malignant, there had to be some sort of mistake. There... Just had to be.... Didn't there? I could see the tears fill PJ’s eyes and I couldn’t help myself, I collapsed back onto the chair and burst into tears.

Author's note: Ahh again I'm sorry that the chapter is so short! I'm not really feeling inspired enough to write tonight, I'll write some more tomorrow and try to get inspired! I'm sorry PJ :(