Allesandra Elizabeth Zephira Grante was diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia (CML) when she was 10. She's 18 now and still sarcastic and witty as ever. So when she meets a cocky as hell, intresting boy, who is hotter than Alex Pettyfer at his hot...
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This is Allesandra's first day of school outfit. Almost every chapter or a least every couple chapters Allesandra dyes her hair a new color, or color scheme, also if there is a phone in the picture, that is the phone she has, of not, the last picture's phone case is her currently one. It'll make sense later in the book. Up above👆is her current hair style.
Allesandra's POV
I didn't always hate hospitals. I never hated the smell, the white walls, I just didn't hate it all. I never liked it either. It was never quiet, you were never alone, and the doctors don't understand the definition of privacy.
I was just thankful the nurse here left me alone. She gave me some Skittles, an ice pack, told me to rest and relax, while she called my new doc, Dr. Sutton.
I remember, when I was ten, I had a new nurse, who had transferred from Paris, Texas. It was her second week her, and she was being introduced to the doctors in her ward by a former attendant. They were currently visiting Dr Murray, who was about to give me a mandatory shot, when he and the attendant got paged.
Apparently, there was an emergency.
In a instant, Dr. Murray asked the nurse, whose name I can't recall, to give me a shot in exactly five minutes. He specifically told her, and I quote, "If you have any trouble, go to the desk, and tell the attendant that Alle needs her shot. Say exactly that."
He and the attendant took off after that. The nurse did fine until it was time to give me my shot.
I was watching Jimmy Neutron, eating a yummy, yellow Sour Patch Kid when it all happened.
She was swearing like a sailor under her breath, and she was frantically searching for something. Basically, she was going ape shit crazy.
"Do you need help? I know where my shot is." I remember asking.
"Just sit tight kid, M'kay?"
She ended finding what she was looking for, knocking down a syringe in the process, accidentally crushing it. I watched the yellow liquid as it spread across the floor.
I read the syringe, my eyes widening.
"Um, excuse me, bu tha-," I didn't get the chance to finish speaking because then and there, she injected me with a similar yellow liquid like the one on the floor.
All I remember is her screaming and people rushing into my room. The nurse had given me a shot I was allergic to.
That dimwit.
One minute, I'm enjoying a juicy, yellow Sour Patch Kid, the next I'm choking and swelling faster then a puffer fish.
I tried warning her.
She got fired immediately, by my dad himself. I hated shots and the hospital ever since. Only Alex, the hot nurse, who took over for the lady who got fired, could get me to take my shots.
The door opened, breaking me from my trance. In walked a man I had never seen before, along with my dad. Mystery man was wearing chinos, a nice pale blue button up, to compliment his eyes, along with a pair of Nike trainers.
Immediately, the nurse stood up and began a conversation both my dad and Mystery Man.
Looking on my phone, I noticed I had a text from Alex. Reading it made my chuckle.
From- Mr. Bae To-Mrs. Bae
Hey bitch! I heard you talked shit to one of your teachers... Sounds like you.. Anyways, I'm at the hospital and there's a guy here asking for you and he's checking out my ass... I'm sure you would know the sight very well..😋
Shaking my head, I texted Alex back.
From- Mrs. Bae To- Mr. Bae
Hey bitch! Haha lol I did talk shit, but HOT DAYAM!! HE WAS FUCKING HOT!!!🔥🔥🔥 I almost had a heart attack. The guy staring at your flat ass is Adam. Tell him to fuck off and that I'll be at the hospital whenever school ends. Also ask him if you can have his number.
From- Mr. Bae To-Mrs. Bae
BITCH! I NEVER make the first move.... SO you DO admit to staraing! Haha, well I guess that makes us even cause I stare at your ass AND your rack? Your boobs are flat. ;) OH HOLy SHIT! HE'S COMING TO TALK TO ME!!
From- Mrs. Bae To- Mr. Bae
You son of a bitch! I thought you were gay/ Or are you bi? Whatever, hopefully you can get laid, cause if you don't...... I don't know what's going to happen..
Somebody cleared their throat. I looked up at Mystery Man. He extended his hand. "I'm Dr. Calvin Sutton. I believe we spoke on the phone, Dr. Murray told me what stage of cancer you're currently in-"
"Hi, I'm Allesandra, I'm 18, and I don't give a shit, because I'm going to die soon." I smiled at him.
"Allesandra!"
That was my dad.
"What? I'm just letting him know my name and everything he needs to know about me."
"You're going to respect him
I signed leaning back. Today was going to be a lonnnggg ass day.
