You mean too much to me | A Zalfie FanFic

Illness and Hospital

Right so before we get into this I have changed the layout deal with it. I like it this way. Love ya's xxx 😜

I finished eating breakfast and waved good bye to Joe. As I walk towards the living room. I stop I feel as if someone had pulled a blanket over me. I had double vision. Then... then... everything blacked out. I woke up in a bright white room. I sit up and look around. I seem to be in a hospital room. I turn to the chair and see my dad looking through a clipboard of paperwork. His eyes are bloodshot and are steaming with anger. "Dad?" I question lightly. He looks up at me and runs to hug me. "Aarrrgghhh!"I scream he shoots of me and asks what's wrong. "Nothing you just squeezed me too tight." I said "Where's Joe?" "He's at school still," says dad. "Good I don't want thin worrying." The doctor barges through the double doors and walks over to me. "Madam," He starts, "I'm so sorry but while you were sleeping we had to take a few tests." I nodded. "It seems you have type 2 rhumitoid arthritis and have been diagnosed with a nasty brain tumour," He stops and walks out the door giving me more time. Tears stream madly down mine and my dad's eyes. I turn over so I don't have to look at my father so I'm just looking at an empty bed. No it's not right. I'm only 16. I'm leaving secondary in 3 months and I have a degree in college. Why me? Why not anyone else? Suddenly Joe comes barging through the doors and he comes and runs over to me. I can't bare to tell my brother. It's heartbreaking. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. "What's wrong?" Asks Joe. He looks at me. "Let's go to the cafe and have a chat." Suggested my dad. The walk out the room and I open my soft eyes. I catch sight of my phone and grab it. I text Alfie first saying sorry and then Charlie to say that I'm okay. I'm not okay. Alfie responds almost immediately asking where I was today. I started typing, I'm at hospital, tears the came running down my eyes again. I sent the message and hid under the hospital covers. I feel safer under here. "Hello?" Asks a girl. I come out of my covers and see a small girl around the age of 8. "I'm Lizzie! What's your name?" She questions. "I'm Zoe," I stutter. "I'm like you, your nice, we're going to be hospital buddy's. I have a poorly head. The doctor calls it a brain tumour." I look at her sweet face so I sit up a guestion her to give me a cuddle. She runs up to me with for cat teddy in her hand. I hug her tight. "I have a poorly head too. It makes me very sad and worried." I say. "I don't mind my poorly head. I'll make you happy when your sad." I smile. A small, blonde haired nurse comes in. "Lizzie settle down now, which bed are you having?" She asks. Lizzie points to the one next to mine.