Just Another Cancer Patient

11 •Lacey•

As always, not proofread. I appreciate all the votes I've been getting. Especially from FrogMeat  😁. Sorry if you've been waiting for an update, I've had lots to do.

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Fortunately, the pity party I had thrown myself had vanished. I realized that if Zayn didn't give a shit about me then he wasn't worth my time. But, he redeemed himself with donuts, so I had to forgive him. And I knew that Troy would be okay because he was to tough to die.

So when Zayn came in with a bag earlier that had glow in the dark bubbles, I was so happy I started dancing. Granted, I probably looked like a possum having a seizure.

Now we were waiting until dark so we could see the bubbles better when they glowed. And since I think Zayn still felt bad he was staying late to help me.

"I still can't believe they let me out of my punishment early from the food fight. I figured I would be on room arrest until I was dead." I start laughing, remembering the look on Chassie's face.

"Speaking of her. Thanks for telling me. Now I know what name to put on the restraining order." He says chuckling.

I snort and nod lazily towards him. He was sitting across the room, his limbs hanging everywhere off the couch as we watch tv.

"Go get me food." I command as my stomach growls.

"Go get it yourself." He rolls his eyes.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Fine." I start to get up. In three, two, one.

"Okay, okay." He says and I smile smugly. I knew what I was doing.

He grumbles and stalks out of the room and I lay back down. Less than ten minutes later he comes back holding a bag of McDonald's.

I sit up so fast I think he may have whiplash. "I have my ways. Now let's go see Troy now that you're free!" He says loudly.

"We can't. I was going to before you came but some nurses gave me some bullshit about how I couldn't because of something I couldn't give a shit to remember about." I say taking the bag from his hands and peeking in it.

"HAHA. YAS I love french fries and honey mustard!" I say taking the food out.

"You owe me five dollars, by the way." He pouts going back to his couch.

"My presence alone should be enough for you." I say distractedly as I eat my Jesus potato sticks.

He just scoffs. Then I think of how he got them for me so, (for the first time in my life) I felt the tiniest bit guilty.

"We'll come on then." I sigh patting the space on the bed beside me.

He walks over and plops down stealing a french fry, but I say nothing.

"Woah. This bed is actually pretty comfortable." He pokes the mattress with his finger.

"Perks of being a patient here for years." I say sarcastically.

He doesn't seem to even be listening as he searches for something around the bed.

I look at him curiously as he grins triumphantly lifting something above his head. The beds remote.