Neymar:
The next day Faith is sitting right next to her phone. She's not even sure if she gets the results today. 'Faith please. Go away from that phone' I say. 'No, I have to know the results' she answers. 'You've been there for hours now. Let's grab some coffee' I suggest. 'Hmmkay. I actually want starbucks right now' she says. I laugh when doesn't she? 'Well what are we waiting for?' I say while grabbing my keys. She smiles, grabs her phone and gets up. I take her hand and we walk outside. We lock the door and jump in the car. Later at Starbucks I order for her and she orders for me. So her name will stand on my cup and my new will stand on hers. When our coffee is done we leave. We walk through the mall. There are some journalists who are asking questions about Faith's hospital thing. I sigh. 'That's none of your fucking business fuck off' I say annoyed. There are also some fans who want a picture. I don't really feel like it today but well I can't actually let them down.
Faith:
I step to the side if Neymar takes some pictures with fans. Sometimes they want me on the picture too. I smile and when they're done we're walking further. What Neymar told the journalists was so sweet. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. In the middle of the street I don't even give one shit. The whole fucking world may know how much I love him. The only taste that I like more than the taste of a Java Chip Frappuccino is the taste of his lips. I break the kiss and see him smiling. 'I love you' he says smiling. 'I love you too' I say and he hugs me.
Later we are back home. I keep an eye on my phone constantly. Then suddenly I get called. I pick up in 0,3 seconds. 'Hello, you're speaking with Faith Smith' I say fast. Neymar walks in. I sign to him that he has to be silent. 'Hello, this is Dr. Thompson. I want to ask you to come to the hospital right now' she says. 'What? Is something wrong?' I ask. 'We'll get the results any moment. So if you come now we'll have them when you're here.' That makes me feel a little more comfortable. 'Okay, I'm on my way' I say. I hang up. 'We are going to the hospital' I tell Neymar. 'Oh did she have the results?' he asks. 'Not yet she can get them any moment so let's go.' He nodds grabs his coat and then we drive to the hospital.
Neymar:
We walk in. And immediatly that smell is coming to me. I just can't get used to it. I sigh and take Faith's hand. We walk to the elevator. On our way to room 5...
Seconds later we're knocking on the door. 'Hey, come in I just got the results' she says. We walk in. 'Take a seet' she says pointing at the seets at the other side of the desk. 'So what are the results?' Faith asks directly. She coughs. 'I have bad news' she begins. O god, no you're not saying this. 'Faith, I'm sorry to tell you this. But you have brest cancer.' Faith puts her hands for her mouth and the tears are falling. I sigh and hug her. I don't know what to say. 'When can we start with the treatment?' I ask. She looks at her computer. For like 3 minutes there is silence in the room. That makes me wondering if she actually heard me. I want to say it again but then she starts talking: 'We have to make another scan so we can see which kind of chemo the best for her is. That scan can be made the day after tomorrow. And then 3 days after we'll know the results. Then probably 1,5 week and then we can start with the chemo.' I sigh. What the fuck. So in total we have to wait 2 fucking weeks before we can start. What even. After those weeks the tumor can grow. 'How big is it?' Faith asks. Thompson looks at her computer. '3 by 4 cm' she answers. 'It's not really big. You came with it early. I understand that this is rough for both of you. We have a psychologist here' she suggest. 'No' I say. Faith agrees with me.
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Hey everyone, I am so sorry for my absence so long. I have decided to continue the story. Every 2 weeks there will be another chapter as I promised. I hope you still read my story. And again, I am so sorry I just had some personal stuff going on. Love you all
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And suddenly we fell in love (a Neymar fanfiction)
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