I Wasn't Expecting That • {r. m. l}

4.5

If I ever get the nerve to ask
What did I get right to deserve somebody like you?
I wasn't expecting that

Ella

A scream tumbled out of my mouth as a striking pain ran through my body and I lost all my balance; I felt myself falling and hitting each step as I cried out, the glass of water I had been holding was out of my hand and the contents all over me. I heard running as I hit the bottom, pain all over me but at the same time I was glad that I hadn't fell onto my head because my pain would be much worse, I hadn't fell down the stairs that bad, it had been a light tumble. It was the shooting pain running down my side that was concerning me.

"Ella!" Concern was laced in his voice as he ran to me and put an arm on each side of my waist pulling me up with him. "What happened?!"

"I don't know!" I cried out. "Something, hurts!" I looked up at him and his face was filled with worry and fear.

"I'm taking you the hospital!" There was a definite sense of urgency as he picked me up and swiftly moved outside, he placed me into the passenger seat of his car and ran to the other side getting in himself. I reached over and pulled me seat belt on but even that caused a pain and exhaustion through me. I felt weak and fatigued. I didn't usually go the hospital, I never wanted to unless it was really serious and it never really had been before but I felt down sort of doom lingering above me and that was strange because I had got engaged a few weeks before but looking down at the beautiful ring on my left hand I knew that something was wrong and I felt like I was being threatened and so was Rocky.

The car journey shouldn't have took long at all and it didn't but it stretched out for ages. Like I would never make it, I tried not to focus on the staggering feeling inside of me but it was hard because the mood was somber and the radio was off so it was completely silent. I looked at Rocky and I saw that his cheeks were tear stained. He knew something was wrong too...very wrong.

When we got there, in the time it took me to undo my seatbelt Rocky had ran around to my side of the door and opened it. He put his arm under mine and let me put all of my weight on him as we walked into the clinical building. Whimpers fell from my mouth involuntarily as he sat me down on the nearest seat, kissing my forehead before he walked over to the desk.

"Excuse me, my fiancé she's in really bad pain, something's really wrong." I heard him say as I placed my head in my hands. A bad feeling was looming over me.

"Have you got an appointment." The woman didn't even look up, she kept her head down and continued to type.

"No, it can't wait. She just fell down the stairs because of this pain!" His voice rose and I winced. "Please." He was pleading and fresh tears fell from my eyes at the hurt in his voice. The lady looked up and her eyes met mine as I clutched my stomach and cringed.

"I'll ask one of the emergency doctors." She said before picking up the phone on her desk. Rocky rushed back over to me and pulled me into his arms, continually kissing my head and muttering that it would be okay, I think it was more for himself. It wasn't long before my name was called from the speaker and Rocky walked me down the hall and into a small room where an middle aged man was sitting looking at a clipboard. I explained what had happened to him and he nodded along writing down some things on a piece of paper.

My heart lurched when he said that he would have to run some tests.

I had to leave Rocky to do the X-ray and scan. My heart beat rapidly the whole way through because I was filled with a sense of dread. After I had done them he said we would have to wait until the results came in, I was given some painkillers while we waited.

It was only 45 minutes but it stretched out for what seemed like forever and I was shaking when we walked back into the consulting room. The doctor had a poker face just like they did when you saw them on TV, maybe they were trained not to give anything away, maybe they had learnt to be okay with illness and suffering.

The doctor began to speak but his words all blurred together to me. I only heard bits and pieces through my tears but I got the gist.

"You are sick...not yet terminal...caught it in time...it can be treated...painful process...may not lose hair but will be in intense pain...it will be hard, she'll need plenty of support."

My hand was clasped over my mouth by the time he finished speaking and I was sobbing. It's so apparent in life but you never think that anything like that will happen to you. Rocky had wrapped his arms around me but less tightly because now he thought I was fragile.

"When will the treatment start?" Rocky's voice was hoarse and when I looked at him his face was red and blotchy.

"As soon as possible. You will get a call but for now I suggest that you tell your family and try to relax."

I don't really remember leaving or the car ride. I couldn't stop myself from crying and Rocky's hand was on my thigh. He was attempting to comfort me but I couldn't stop my thoughts from wondering because I felt limited. We parked outside of my house, we were having a dinner that night with my family and all of his.

"I'll have to tell them at the dinner, won't I." I barely got the words out as he stopped the car.

"No." He took hold of my hand and kissed it gently. "We'll tell them."

"Are you...-are you sure that you want to stay with me now? This is going to be hell." I sobbed and he pulled my body towards his.

"Baby, I'd never leave you. Especially not now." He whispered, I felt a tear of his hit my head that was under his chin.

"I'm not getting married. Not till this is over." I said firmly because I didn't want to have the best day of my life when I wasn't the best that I could be.

He nodded. "I love you. Forever."

"I love you too."