Battles (A Shaytards Fanfiction)

Chemotherapy

Avia's POV:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was 7 in the morning. I had my first chemotherapy sesssion today.
I took a shower and pulled on a pink sweater and black leggings. I tied my hair into a messy bun and pulled on my comfy UGGs.
I walked out and headed to the breakfast bar. I poured some Frosted Flakes and milk.
"Nervous, princess?" Mom asked.
"Yep. I don't want to think too much about it though. It'll just make me more worried," I said, scooping a spoonful of heaven into my mouth.
"Oh. Sorry, I'll shut my mouth," Mom said, making a zipping motion.
I giggled and finished up my breakfast. I sat on the couch and watched Frozen with Emmi for the thousandth time. I groaned softly, but I allowed my sister to enjoy.
"I heard that, Avs. I know you're sick of this movie. I'll change it," Emmi said, rushing to get the remote.
"It's okay, Emmi. You can watch it. I know you love it. I don't mind," I said.
"No. I know you're dying to watch Joyful Noise ever since your friend told you about it," Emmi said.
She put on the movie that I was dying to watch.
"It's fine, Emmi, really," I said.
"No, it's fine. I've watched Frozen a thousand times. We have never watched this before. Hey, I might find a new favorite," Emmi smiled.
We were halfway through the movie when Dad told us to pack some stuff for the hospital.
All 5 of us packed food, a change of clothes for whatever reason, toys, books and drinks.
Mom and Dad packed who even knows what and we left. I started getting super nervous. I grabbed Emmi's hand and squeezed it.
"It'll be alright," Emmi whispered.
45 minutes later, we arrived. Dad parked his car and we went to the counter.
"My daughter, Avia Colette Butler is getting her chemotherapy today," Dad said.
"Room 425," The woman said.
We headed to the elavator. Brock pressed the button and smiled happily. I giggled. Such a small thing like pressing an elevator button could make a kid happy.
We walked to my room and I sat down on my bed. Nurses came in and out, checking my heart beat and everything.
At 12 sharp, Doctor Tom came in.
"Alright. So you have to roll up your shirt. I'll rub an orange cream and put the needle in your port. Then, we'll do the methroxate shot. You'll roll over to face your family and I'll put the needle in your back. This will hurt for a while but it'll help you get better. You can hold one of your family member's hand to make you feel better," Doctor Tom said.
"Mommy! Daddy! I'm scared!" I sobbed, grabbing Mom's hand.
"Avs. Look at me. You'll be alright. This will help you to get better and lead a normal life," Mom said.
"I'm ready, Doctor," I said.
I lifted my shirt and he rubbed the cool orange cream onto my chest.
"3...2...1..." He put the needle in.
It hurt a little, but I could handle it. I held my breath and kept still.
"You're doing so good, Avia, you're really strong. Just a little longer, alright?" Doctor Tom said.
"Avs, you're doing so good. Keep it up, Avs. I'll give you a cuddle-wuddle after you're done with this and the me-what-a-what shot, alright?" Emmi said.
I smiled and nodded slightly. Dad was vlogging.
"Baby, you're doing fantastic. Alright, you're done. The doctor is putting a bandage over the entry of the needle," Mom said.
I breathed out the breath I was holding and smiled.
"You did wonderful. Now, the methroxate shot will be more painful than that first one, so preprare yourself, okay?" Doctor Tom said.
I turned to face my parents and lifted up my shirt. I felt the orange cream being rubbed onto my back again. I held Mom's hand in one and Dad's in the other.
The pain was excruciating. I tried to hold back my tears but I couldn't.
"Shhh. You'll be fine. You're doing so great. I would be bawling my eyes out but you're not. Because you're a strong princess warrior," Dad said gently.
He had handed the camera to Gavin because he wanted to give me support.
"You're doing so good, coz you're a superhero!" Brock said.
"You're doing great, Avs. Just a little bit more, alright?" Gavin assured me.
"Avs, you're doing fantastic. Just a little while more. We can continue watching Joyful Noise when we get home. It'll be so fun. Think about trampolines. You doing a perfect double, no triple backflip and me doing a belly-flop," Emmi smiled.
I giggled and forgot about the pain. The next thing I knew, a bandage was being stuck on my back.
I smiled, glad that was over. Gavin came over and gave me a fist bump. Emmi gave me a cuddle-wuddle. Brock and I did our secret hand-shake. Daxton high-fived me.
"You did so good, Avs," Mom smiled.
"Thanks," I said.
Doctor Tom came up to Mom and told her about the pills I had to take 3 times a day. Today, I would only take them twice with lunch and dinner.
"Avia?" Doctor Tom said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"You did fantastic, Avia. You will be drowsy and you will throw up. You'll also be tired and weak. Those are side effects so don't worry. You'll be released at 8 p.m. For now, you can turn the television on or go to the game room to entertain you and your family. Tomorrow, you'll be doing radiotherapy or radiation therapy as well as chemotherapy. Radiation therapy will be done in another room and your family can't come in. It'll take about 2 hours and make you tired and weak and sore, as well as throw up. You'll have to stay overnight tomorrow. That's about it. I have to head out and have lunch. I suggest your parents bring you food and you stay here. You're still a little weak from the chemotherapy. Don't walk around for the first hour," Doctor Tom said.
I nodded and smiled. He was about to walk out when he came running back. He gave all 5 of us lollipops and me a special jumbo pack of gum.
"Thank you, Doctor!" We yelled.
"No problem," Doctor Tom smiled, walking away.
"Now kids, you can only enjoy you candy after lunch. Babe, I'll go get some food. You dig around in the bags to see what food we have, in case hospital food is yucky," Dad said.
He left to go the cafeteria downstairs. Mom dug around in our bags, looking for food.
Brock was in bed with me, watching Transformers on the television. Daxton was playing with Legos at the foot of my bed. Emmi was practicing her presshandstands. Gavin was helping Mom.
Finally, Dad arrived. For lunch, we had chicken fingers, fries, ham&cheese sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk.
When I was done eating, I took the pills with my chocolate milk. It was horrible so Mom allowed me to eat my lollipop right after. The others had to wait for a while, to allow the food to digest.
After the first hour, we went to the game room. I was attached to this pole type thing.
Dad vlogged. I rode the pole like a scooter. Mom was turning cartwheels and it was her first time since 10 years. Gavin was throwing Emmi in the air and Gavin caught her back.
Brock and Daxton were running around, trying to get on the pole. I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out.
When we arrived at the game room, we split up. Mom and Dad sat at a corner, editing and checking on us. Brock was building a Lego House. Daxton was playing with a Superman Lego.
Gavin played on an X-Box. Emmi and I used a dance machine. It was interesting, considering I was attached to a pole with IV lines.
Soon, I got tired. Mom must have noticed. She led me to a beanbag cushion and gave me a few squares of Cadbury chocolate.
Emmi sat next to me, reading me a bunch of baby books. I gave her half of my chocolate and we nibbled on our chocolate slowly, trying to make it last.
We giggled over the funny pictures. Soon, I felt like throwing up. Emmi sensed it. She grabbed a bucket beside her and held my hair.
Dad massaged my back. Everyone muttered words of assurance to me. When I was done, Brock let me play with his red Power Ranger.
It was soon 4 p.m. We went back to room 425. I curled up on the bed and fell asleep with Emmi in bed with me. Mom had fallen asleep in a chair, Dad next to her, stroking her long hair.
Gavin was awake, sitting down on the floor. Daxton's head was on his lap. Brock was curled up on the other side of me, snoring softly.
We woke up at 5 p.m. to a nurse trying and failing to keep quiet.
"I'm sorry. I just came in here to check up on Avia's blood and everything to make sure it's fine for her to leave today " the nurse said.
"It's alright," Dad said.
The nurse came over and began checking monitors and asking about how I was doing while writing in her clipboard.
"Alright, she's fine to go at 8 p.m. later on," she said.
She left the room. Dad turned the television on and Disney Channel was on. It was playing some movie about some school named Sky High and the kids there had powers or something.
Halfway through the movie, I felt like throwing up. I grabbed the bucket next to me and threw up. Gavin held my hair and Mom massaged my back.
When I was done, Emmi helped me empty the bucket and wash it with soap in the bathroom.
"Thanks, Em. You didn't have to, you know?" I said.
"I promised I would help you, Avs. You cleaned me up when I threw up last year so we're fair and square," Emmi said.
"Alright. Hey, why did you throw up?" I said.
"Too much Cheerios," Emmi giggled.
The whole family laughed as we recalled the moment.

Flashback

Us kids were watching old Shaytards vlogs on Dad's computers. We wanted to eat popcorn but we ran out. The best thing we had in the pantry was Cheerios. Mom was grocery shopping for the first time in 2 weeks. Dad was editing. The Cheerios were bland and no one ate them except Emmi. She found them delicious and soon, the whole box was empty. She soon threw up. When I saw the first vomit coming out, I pushed the laptop away. I screamed for Dad. He came and cleaned up the floor. I cleaned Emmi up.

End of Flashback

I giggled. I then realized that was last year. Long before I started getting sick and finding out I had cancer. The things I worried about were silly.
Whether my crush liked me back. Whether this hairstyle would impress my friends. Whether I could impress my cheer coach that week. Whether I could manage to get the most spaghetti or the juiciest, biggest watermelon slice.
Now, the only thing I worried about was living and staying alive. And this is the start of a long journey of battling cancer. Hopefully I'll win this fight.
So I can live. To live a normal, happy life like I used to last year. I was happy and carefree. I thought life was hard because people were starting to think Bailey, a girl in my grade, is better than me.
Life was fantastic then and I feel like slapping myself. I was healthy and happy. Now, I don't care if I'm popular or not. I just want to survive.
I don't care anymore abour popularity or crushes. But I still care about watermelon.
"Mom? Can I have watermelon from the hotel cafeteria?" I asked.
"Sure. I'll go get it along with dinner, alright?" Mom said.
Dad noded. Mom left the room. I started thinking about cancer again.
I began to write a note about all my family members in case I died. This is what it looks liked.

Hey guys. I do not know whether I can beat this cancer or not. I don't think I can as my body is not very strong. I'll try my best but in case I don't make it, here is things I love about each and everyone of you.

I was about to continue writing when Dad looked away from his computer and at me.
"Whatcha writing?" Dad asked.
"Something important" I answered.
"Avs, you're sick. Relax a little!" Dad said.
"DAD, YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT EVERYRHING I'M DOING JUST BECAUSE I'M SICK! I'M TRYING TO BE AS NORMAL AS I CAN! WHAT I'M DOING IS SOMETHING I DO NOT WISH FOR YOU TO FIND OUT ABOUT UNTIL IT'S THE RIGHT TIME! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I'M WEIRD AND DIFFERENT JUST BECAUSE I HAVE CANCER AND I HATE THAT! I'M TRYING TO BE HAPPY AND NORMAL TO TAKE MY MIND OFF THE FACT THAT I COULD DIE AT ANY MOMENT! AND YOU'RE NOT HELPING! YOU'RE ACTUALLY MAKING IT WORSE! WHAT SORT OF FATHER ARE YOU?!" I exploded.
"WELL GUESS WHAT? YOU AREN'T NORMAL BECAUSE YOU HAVE CANCER! YOUR HAIR WILL FALL OUT AND YOU WILL BE BALD AND UGLY! WITH OR WITHOUT HAIR, YOU ARE ALREADY UGLY YOU SATAN! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT! GO DIE FOR ALL I CARE!" Dad screamed.
The next thing I know, a hand came in contact with his face. Hard.

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Oooh. An argument between Shay and Avia? What'll happen next? Who slapped Shay? Okay, no one is reading this so I feel like I'm talking to myself... oh well. Bye, stay awesome! ~N💕