Amelie’s P.O.V.
Demi was driving me back to the hospital. The car was silent and we each knew that something wasn’t good. They’d called me and asked me to come back in to the clinic. They’d most likely gotten the results of the biopsy back, and if it was good, they wouldn’t have asked us to come back in. I looked over to see Demi’s expression. She was clutching the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white and she looked so anxious. I felt guilty, I knew I shouldn’t but I really hated making her feel anything but happy. We pulled into the doctor’s clinic and Demi got out of the car, still not saying a word, pulled my wheelchair out of the backseat, unfolded it and helped me into it. I wanted to hug her or hold her hand or do something to comfort her, but I just couldn’t.
“We have an appointment.” Demi said in monotone to the receptionist, who looked up with an all too cheery smile given the situation.
“Patient name?”
“Amelie Roberts. Please tell me we don’t have to wait.” She sighed, resting one of her hands on my shoulder, which I took comfort in.
“The Doctor will be with you in just a few minutes. You can take a seat over there.” She smiled, clearly ignoring what Demi had said. I felt the explosion coming.
“Look. I am not going to fucking wait for the doctor to finish his fucking donut break. I don’t give a shit what he’s doing. Unless he’s performing open heart surgery or creating a cure for cancer, we are more important. Which room?” She said through gritted teeth, and if I could’ve kissed her from my chair I would’ve because I DID NOT want to wait for some doctor to come and tell me my fate.
“Uh,” the receptionist’s smile faltered and she looked quite taken aback, “She’s in Consultation Room 4. Just knock before you go in.”
“Great. Thank you so much.” Demi said sarcastically, marching down the hallway with my chair, trying to find the right room. She knocked once and opened the door.
“-Yeah, yeah okay hunny I’ve got to go there are people here.” She hung up, looking a little flustered that we’d barged in on her phone call. “Amelie?” She questioned, looking at me.
“Yeah that’s me. Do you have the biopsy results?” I asked, feeling my heart rate increase by about five times.
“Yes, we do. Why don’t you two come and sit over here.” She said, gesturing towards the two chair in front of the desk. Demi moved one out of the way and wheeled me into its place. Then she sat down beside me, took my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed back. The doctor pulled a piece of paper from beside her computer, not looking up and I could feel my heart beating a million times faster, my breath started to catch in my throat and all I could hear was the sound of blood rushing to my head.
“It’s cancer.”
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Yes I Am (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction) (Lesbian Stories)
Fanfic"My eyes followed her movements outside. Red hair, against grass soon to be white with snow, flicked over her shoulder, and a smile emerged on her face."
