Bad Luck · a MGC fanfic

Chapter 13

I dial doctor Joseph's number and wait for him to pick up, while I have my phone on speaker so the guys can hear as well.

"Doctor Tyler Joseph speaking", he picks up.

"Hey, it's Michael. I have a question", I reply.

"I didn't think you'd want anything to do with the hospital Michael. Especially not within two ours of your departure. But shoot", he says. I like doctor Joseph. He's nice and cool.

"I want to go to a concert. Can I?"

"I assume this isn't a classical concert where you sit down and listen to an orchestra?", he questions.

"No, it's Good Charlotte actually", I answer.

"I don't know Michael. I don't think it's a good idea. It would cost you a lot of energy. Energy you don't really have. You could faint", he explains.

"But doc! I wanna live a little while I'm not in the hospital. I haven't seen my friends in forever, please let me go", I plead. I'm not afraid to beg. I really want to go.

"You can go on a few conditions", he gives in. I'm internally cheering right now! This is great.

"Thank you! That means a lot! What are the conditions?"

Luke, Ash and Cal are externally cheering. It makes me smile that they're so excited that I can come. Makes me feel like I really mean something to them.

"Your friends, I hear they're with you so I assume they're listening, have to really look out for you. And you have to be honest with them about how you're holding up. If you feel like it's gonna go wrong, I want you to leave with at least one of your friends. Not alone. And you need to eat and drink and sleep well in the days before and after the concert. All clear?"

"Crystal clear sir", I answer.

He chuckles and continues, "okay Michael, have fun. And be careful! If there's anything wrong, call me or come to the hospital. I hope not to see you again until your next trial. But don't hesitate to come if it's needed."

"Will do! Bye!", I say right before I end the call. Luke, Ashton, Calum and I all start cheering again.

"Nice one, mate!", Ashton exclaims which makes me chuckle.

"I'm so happy I can go", I say.

"Go where?", my mom says as she walks into the room.

"Oh, uhm, a Good Charlotte concert with the guys", I cautiously say.

"And when might that be?", she sharply asks.

"Next week."

"Who told you you can go? You're not going", she states.

"Doctor Joseph cleared me to go, so what's the problem?"

"What's the problem? What's the problem? The problem is that you're sick Michael! You're sick and there's nothing you can do. So you should get used to not being able to live the life you've lived before this until you're in remission!", she kind of yells. I get up from the couch and face her. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don't start crying and the guys are dead quiet.

"I can't believe you just said that! I wanna live my life to the fullest while I'm able to! That I got sick made me realise that I don't know how long I still have and I want to enjoy things while I know I can! I might have another sixty years but it could also be over within months! Doctor Joseph cleared me to go, so I'm going. I'm not going to let this stupid disease rule my entire life. I don't know what you came downstairs for but I suggest you do what you came for and leave again."

She stands there pondering for a few seconds and then without saying another word, she grabs a glass of water and goes back upstairs. The reality of what I said hit her hard. It could be over in months. I could die from this.

I sit back down and it's quiet for a bit.

"Wanna watch a movie?", Luke speaks up. I nod and the other guys do as well.

"Yeah sure", Calum says. We put "The Book Of Eli" on and I make some popcorn and put some crisps and soda on the table. But I can't focus on the movie. I can only focus on what my mom said and how I've been feeling sick and tired every day for the past four weeks. And how life is so not fair.

"Michael?", Calum's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay? You seem off", he says. I shrug.

"Sometimes reality just hits me and that's hard. It's hard to think about the fact that I'm ill. It's way easier to just deny it and push it away so I don't have to think about it. But sometimes it's simply not possible to push it away", I say as my voice breaks again. Do you have that too? That sometimes things in your head upset you but you manage not to cry, and when you say them out loud you can't control yourself any longer? Yeah, I hate that.
Calum quickly get up and sits next to me. He hugs me and lets me cry while he runs my back. I don't want to look at Luke and Ashton now cause I don't want to see the looks on their faces. They probably pity me. I don't want anyone's pity. Pity my ass.

I slowly calm down and we pull back.

"Better?", he asks. I nod.

"Much. Thanks Cal", I say and I smile softly at him. He smiles back and pats my back.

"No problem. We're here for you."

"I know."

And I do. I know that they're here for me. They're here for me, they try to make me feel better, they don't treat me any differently, they still want to hang out with me and they want to do stuff with me. Even now my mom and I have been yelling at each other, they don't run away. What would I do without them?

A bit of a filler, I'm sorryyyy! I'll try to update again tomorrow. Have a great day and/or night lovelies! Big loves xx