Wind Beneath My Wings (Janoskians Fanfiction)

Chapter One.

I was sitting with my legs crossed on the chair in the waiting room of the hospital. My dad sat next to me, worry creasing his forehead and his lips set into a straight line. We were both anxiously waiting for the results of my test. Having gone through this procedure more times than I could count, we were more than familiar with the feelings the waiting brought with it.

I slowly uncrossed my legs and started thumping my foot on the floor impatiently.

It’s going to be the same as before, I thought to myself. The doctor is going to come out and say that everything is fine and we can come back in a year. Like always. Nothing has changed. But no matter how many times I repeated it in my head, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was going to unfold. Maybe this time would be different.

The door to the exam room opened and my dad shot to his feet, his eyes wide and hoping. I remained seated, but stopped tapping my foot and looked up into the dark blue eyes of the doctor. His eyes were different. They were usually hopeful and full of compassion. Now they were sorrowful and overflowing with sorry. My brown eyes met his blue ones and I immediately knew.

Something had changed.

“So,” my dad said, impatience etched into his baritone voice. “What are the results?”

My father had never been too good at reading people, and this time was no exception. I almost sighed at his blindness.

The doctor’s eyes moved from mine to my dad’s. “I’m so sorry…” he started, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s back.”

My father’s shoulders drooped and I could feel the tears coming into my eyes.

“No…” my dad muttered. “Please, no. It can’t be.”

The doctor looked like he was about to burst into tears himself. “I’m sorry, Robert, but we knew this was a possibility…”

“But she beat it years ago!” I flinched at my dad’s loud, broken voice. I knew what this was; he was in denial.

Dr. Martin placed a hand on my father’s shoulder. “Yes, but we knew that it could possibly come back. Now it has. There are a number of things we can do to treat it. Hopefully we can get through this.”

My father nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“Alright. So I have scheduled numerous appointments for her already. She should be fine for now. We can hopefully get it before it spreads or becomes worse. Here.” He handed my dad a prescription drug. “She needs to take one every day after breakfast.” His eyes travelled back to me. “I’m so sorry Lyndsey, but we can fight this.” He smiled slightly, trying to give me hope.

I returned the half smile and stood up. “I beat it once, I can do it again.”

Dr. Martin smiled more broadly. “That’s the spirit. I’m glad you can see it that way.”

“Me too.”

My dad gave me the same half-smile as Dr. Martin. “Well, we should get home.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I have to get ready for school tomorrow.”

After exchanging a few more words with the doctor, my dad finally took the pills from him and we left the hospital. I had always hated hospitals and loved the feeling of stepping through the front doors and into the light fall air. Despite what I had learned just twenty minutes before, I managed to enjoy the feeling of the wind and watched the multi-coloured leaves rustle in the breeze. I had always loved watching nature. It was something my mum and I had done all the time, though I haven’t done it much in the past few years.