Teenage Daddy

Chapter 20: More Than Sick

1 Month Later
Kian's POV
Everything has been quite calm.
Niki is doing great, she's healthy and just adorable. She looks a lot like Emily with Jc's eyes. Speaking of him, Jc is totally in love with her. He's always happy and smiling when he's holding her. He was definitely meant to be a Dad.
I've kinda developed little nicknames for the boys. Justin is bubs, James is monkey, Jesse is bubba, and Johnny is little man. I thought they were kinda cute and the boys seem to like it.
Other than that, everything is pretty much the same.
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I woke up to crying, and it wasn't Niki. I quickly got up and went to the boys' room. James, Justin, and Johnny were fine, but Jesse was groaning and crying in his sleep.
"Jesse, what's wrong bubba?" I said, gently shaking him.
He whined, crying in what seemed like pain. He sprung up and puked all over himself, the bed, and me.
He looked at me and he started crying again.
"Shh it's okay bubba. What's wrong, your tummy hurt?" I asked, picking him up.
"Y-yeah and m-my head h-hwurts." He cried.
"C'mon, let's clean you off and you can sleep in Daddy's bed." I said.
I gave him a quick bath and changed him into new clothes. I took his temperature and it was above normal: 102°. I gave him medicine and put him in my bed.
I changed his sheets and threw the dirty ones in the wash. I went back upstairs and changed myself. I went back to my room and Jesse was groaning again.
"Daddy..." he whined in pain.
"I know bubba, you'll be okay. Try to go to sleep." I said.
I picked him up and laid him on my chest. I softly sang to him as I rubbed his back slowly. He fell asleep after a few minutes.
It didn't last long. After about an hour, he threw up again. Then again, then again. I have a feeling it's just a bad stomach flu. Hopefully he'll be better in the morning.
9am
Poor Jesse. He's been throwing up all morning and he says his stomach and head hurt. Medicine doesn't seem to be working so I might take him to the hospital if he doesn't get better.
"Daddy, where's Jesse?" James asked as we ate breakfast.
"He doesn't feel good monkey. He's sick." I said.
"Is he goin to daycare?" Johnny asked.
"No, he's too sick little man." I said.
They nodded and I finished  getting them ready.
Chris usually drives the kids to daycare on her way to work, so I said bye to the boys and they left.
"Daddy!" Jesse yelled.
I ran upstairs and Jesse had thrown up again, and he missed the trash can.
"I s-sowy Daddy!" He cried.
"Shhh, you're okay bubba. Let's get you changed." I said.
I cleaned him off and changed him. I changed the sheets and put him back to sleep.
6pm
The day has been torture for Jesse. He's been throwing up all day and is constantly in pain, he can't even stand up on his own. His temperature  went up to 104° and he won't eat or drink anything because he says his mouth hurt. I have no clue what's going on, but it's something serious.
"Okay, we're taking you to the hospital bubba." I said, putting on my shoes.
I picked him up and grabbed a plastic bag. He groaned as he laid his head on my shoulder.
I told everyone what was going on and they were worried. I put him in the car and got in the front. He was crying the whole time.
"I know bubba, we're almost there." I said, starting to worry a lot.
We finally got to the hospital and I ran him inside. I told the receptionist what had been going on and I guess it is something serious, because they took us right away. They put us in a room and hooked Jesse up to a bunch of machines.
"Daddy." Jesse cried, holding his stomach and groaning.
I quickly got a plastic bag and he threw up, this time it had blood.
"This isn't good, we need to run some tests." A nurse said.
Before I could blink, they took him away. I started freaking out.
Is he gonna be okay? What if it's something serious...or fatal...
2 Hours Later
After calling everyone and letting them know what's going on, I was sitting in the room, waiting for an update.
Bryce and Olivia were out of state for his football championship, but I told them I would keep them updated.
I was pacing around the room, when a nurse came in.
"How is he?" I asked nervously.
She sighed.
"Mr. Lawley...He has leukemia..." She said softly.
I felt my heart shatter into pieces.
"He also has a tumor growing on his stomach, which caused the bloody vomiting. The leukemia looks like it can be treated, but we have to keep a close eye on that tumor and make sure it doesn't spread." She said.
2 more nurses wheeled in his bed. He looked so pale, weak, and exhausted; not the Jesse I'm used to seeing.
"D-daddy..." he said weakly, an oxygen mask over his face.
"It's okay bubba, you're gonna be okay." I said, caressing his head softly.
"Evewything huwrts Daddy..." he groaned.
"I know bubba, I know. It's gonna be okay." I said.
Tears fell down his face, and it broke my heart to see him in pain.
"I-I wanna go home Daddy." He cried.
"You can't bubba...You're too sick..." I said, a tear falling down my face.
I can't believe this is happening to my little boy...