Broken Strings-Dalton Rapattoni Fanfic

1. Meet and Greet

"Wake up sleeping beauty"

I heard Hillary, my nurse's voice.

"Five more minutes please"

I murmured snuggling closer to my bed.

"You have been asking for five minutes since last fifteen minutes"

She said laughing.

"I hope you don't want to meet Mr. Rapattoni in a hospital blue gown"

"Okay, okay. I should be up and about"

I sprang up at Dalton's name.

He is my music idol since, well when he was launched; besides Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey. His music, his stage presence everything about him made me like him more. When he got on stage, he owned.

I scurried to the toilet and brushed my teeth spotless. I didn't want to inhale bad breath on him if he somehow plans to give me a kiss or two.

I hugged myself at the thought of him. He was a guy I had always imagined would look graceful even when whispering dirty things in your ears as you went weak in your knees.

I bathed and shampooed my hair, and dressed up.

I had decided the outfit a week before and laid it out neatly the previous night because I didn't want my small brain to go into full panic mode as it had an uncanny tendency of doing when something important was going to take place.

I remembered my tenth birthday, how I had felt nauseated seeing myself looking too pretty in my dress and ended up throwing up on it and not being able to wear it altogether.

I had selected a pink crop top with black high waist pants.

I straightened what was left of my hair.

You tend to lose hair after chemotherapy.

I wore my pink ballerina flats and skipped to my best friend Madison's room.

I entered her room without knocking to find half naked Madison struggling to fit in her skirt with a towel wrapped around her to protect her modesty.

"What! I forgot to lock up the room"

Madison screamed as if it was my fault that she had forgotten to lock the door.

"Stop staring Chlo! Lock it and come here and help me"

I locked the door.

"I knew I would find you in this state"

I said helping with the zipper at the back of her flowy top.

I curled her hair using the curl iron as she applied a little makeup.

"Me too"

I took a seat as she applied some rouge to my cheeks.

My skin had lost color and had become ashen white following sessions of therapies. It had been a fairly recent phenomena that I could walk about because other times I was too tired or drugged to move about.

"You look like a master piece"

Madison said admiring her handiwork on my face.

"Yeah... The most presentable one can look after having Cancer"

I murmured to myself, not audible enough for her.

We headed to the meeting lounge to find Taylor there.

I tried pulling her in my arms but failed. My strength had been ebbing away. I was to weak now. I remembered the time when I could do pull ups.