Colette's POV:
Saying that today was going to be a stressful day was an understatement to say the least. Avia was going to be Avia's first chemo in her months long hospital stay, Brock was starting radiation and chemotherapy again to start battling his relapse, we were having Gavin tested to see if he could be a potential donor for Avia and Emmi and Daxton were coming with us because Shay and I thought that it'd be a good idea for them to come because of Avia's impending lengthy hospital stay. Even though I'd have Shay with me, it was going to be difficult keeping track of all the kids and making sure that everyone was getting attention and being cared for. Before leaving I wanted to ask Emmi if she would also consider getting tested to see if she could be a donor. The best potential match for a success transplant was a full sibling and while Gavin was being tested Avia's odds of having a successful transplant was if Emmi did it too, because if Gavin didn't qualify and Emmi did then that still meant that the transplant would most likely be successful. I knew Brock would want to but he was automatically disqualified because he had cancer and Daxton was just too young, Shay and I were also going to be tested just another day when things would be less stressful/
"Hey Emmi! Can you come upstairs to mine and Dad's room, I want to talk to you about something." I called, as I finished packing some stuff that we'd need for the hospital today. A few moments later I heard her footsteps and then the door to my room opened, she plopped down on the bed next to me.
"So what'd you want to talk to me about?" She asked, making her self comfortable, I was a little nervous about how this conversation would go because she had gone through so many mood changes throughout Avia's relapse and Brock's diagnose/relapse.
"As you may know Gavin is being tested today to see if he could donate part his bone marrow to Avia and your father and I were wondering if you'd also be willing to get tested?" I questioned, slightly afraid of her response.
"Are you making Brock and Daxton also get tested?" She asked
"No Daxton is too young and Brock can't even qualify to be a donor because he also has cancer and even if he hadn't relapsed he still wouldn't of qualified because having or having had cancer is an automatic disqualification." I explained
"I'm sure if I were Daxton's age you'd make me be tested! You always make me do everything!" She replied back angrily
"Emmi that's not true, the only reason we are asking you is because the best potential match for a successful transplant is a family member. Even your Dad and I are getting tested." I said trying to reason with her.
"No I'm sick of being on the Avia support team! I'm sick of everybody always having to be concerned about Avia! I'm sick and tired of the preferential treatment that you and Dad give her! I'm sick of always having my needs come second to hers! So ya know what I'm done trying to help Avia!" She yelled back
"Emmi, this is your sister. Your ONLY sister were talking about! All we want is for all you kids to be happy and healthy and right now Avia is not healthy and neither is Brock, so right now your Dad and I could really use your help!"
"I don't care about it anymore! I don't care about Brock and Avia anymore! I hope they die or get better real quick so that way our life can get back to normal!"
"You wish we were dead?" A small voice asked, both Emmi and I snapped our heads to the doorway where we saw Avia standing with Brock in her arms.
"Yes now if you need me I'll be getting ready for yours and Brock's stupid hospital visit!" She replied coldly, storming out of the room and her pushing her way past the two of them.
"Emmi really doesn't want us dead, does she Mommy?" Brock asked, starting to cry
"No she doesn't Brock, she was just in one of her moods." Avia explained, although I could see tears welling in her eyes.
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Relapsed {Our Battle Series- Book 2}
Fanfiction"I'm sorry to tell you this Colette but, Avia has relapsed." Imagine watching your daughter fight for her life and winning. Now imagine being told that the deadly disease that almost killed your daughter when she was 9 is back. 12-ye...