My Darling, I'm Back (Sequel to 'My Darling, You're Mine')

Chapter 23

(Vic's P.O.V)
(F/n) was starting to sulk this morning. Today is the first day of her first round of chemo and she really isn't happy about it. She has to go everyday for five days a week for three weeks. Today they're using chemotherapy on her and keeping her for a few days to make sure her body reacts well with it. She gets two week breaks, but that sums up every months until the cancer cells are gone.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I just hope (f/n)'s patient with the whole thing. I know she's a patient person, considering what I've done in the past. I put on my signature backwards cap and looked up out of the window of our bedroom. She's starting to think she's not beautiful, and god she is. I don't understand how she doesn't she it. From the moment I first saw her I thought she was beautiful.

"I'm ready to go," I turned my head and smiled. She always managed to look gorgeous, without even trying. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, placing a kiss on my forehead. Each hug and kiss we shared seemed to last a bit longer now.

(F/N P.O.V)
As soon as we got to the hospital my heart sank. Cancer was the last thing I'd expect to happen on my list. It's so unexpected. I I got out of the car and shut the door behind me, waiting for Vic so I could hold his hand. I brought my finger up to my piercing and smiled slightly. The list we made together and Vic being here next to me changes everything. Would my life ever be the same if Vic didn't show up to my doorstep in New York?

"Good morning," Vic spoke for me, knowing I wasn't feeling up to it. "I'm here to take in (f/n) (l/n)," I set my head on his shoulder and watched at the receptionist typed something in her computer.

"Alright, your room number is 108. The doctor will be there shortly," she grinned and I cringed. How could someone be so cheery in a place where tons of people are sick and on the edge of dying? Vic noticed I was staying quiet and nudged me slightly.

"It's going to be okay," he kissed the top of my head, smiling. I smiled back and I knew he was right. Vic is here with me, and so is his band. Maybe with all this time here I'll get to know the guys. The door was open and I walked in, my name written on a white board. A chill ran down my spine as I sat on the hospital bed.

"I hate hospitals," Vic chuckled, kissing the side of my head.

"Me too," I watched as a middle aged man walked into the room, a coat on his shoulder and a clipboard in hand.

"Good morning (f/n)," I smiled weakly. "I'm going to check a few things and then we'll get started so you can relax. Now since this is your first round of chemotherapy, we need to keep you overnight for this round. But within two months you should be able to go home after the therapy session," I nodded slowly. All the things this doctor is saying seem so unreal. "And you are?" I watched Vic shake his hand.

"I'm Vic Fuentes, her fiancé," the doctor smiled and pat Vic on the back.

"It helps to have someone with you through this," I stayed quiet. "We have information packets for you that I'll give you later today,"

"Can I have visitors?" I asked him.

"Of course, just make sure they are quiet for other patients," I nodded, smiling at Vic. That means he can tell his band. "Any other questions?" I shook my head. "Alright I'm going to call in the nurse, and she'll check some things. Once she's done I'll come and start the therapy, okay?" I nodded and watched him leave the room.

"At least we can have guests, I want to meet your band," Vic smiled, kissing the top of your hand.

"They're coming to visit tomorrow," I smiled, kicking my feet slightly. "You know you're adorable," I shook my head, looking up at Vic.