Don't Die, My Love

Chapter 6

Erin's POV

     I woke up in an unfamiliar room, I look around and remember I'm in Dylan's room, he was sleeping soundly on his bed. I sit up and rub my eyes, I was honestly still half asleep. I notice it's almost time for school so I go and sit next to him and shake him gently. "Mm..." He rolls over on his back. "Hey.. Are you feeling well enough to go to school?" He nods a bit before sitting up. "There's an extra toothbrush in my bathroom, by the way." He gets up before running his fingers through his messy, thin hair. I go and brush my teeth with the extra toothbrush and walks out, then he goes in the bathroom and brushes his teeth also. He doesn't even bother changing. "Can I ask you something?" I turn around. "Sure." "Can you come to my chemo session after school with me? I really don't want to be alone, and my mom won't be able to make it." He looks nervous asking me. "Of course. What do they do exactly?" I knew it was an IV thing but there might be more I don't know about. "They'll do the normal checkup and then put the IV in and start it, while it's going they'll ask me questions. Like, how I'm feeling and all that." I nod and we go to school. It was pretty much a normal day, Dylan seemed to be feeling okay. It looks to be he has days where he feels okay, and days where he feels like utter crap. I hope he gets better soon.

     After school we went to the hospital, I don't go here often so I have no clue where to go. I just followed Dylan and he led us to a small room, and from then we just waited. After about ten minutes a woman in who look to be in her early thirties came in wearing a long white jacket, it was obvious she was the doctor. "Hey Dylan, how are you?" He shrugs. "Pretty good." She smiles at that. "I'm glad. I need you to step on the scale sweetheart." He stands up and goes and stands on the scale, her writing down what his weight is, then she checked everything else. Once he was seated the doctor left. "Where is she going?" I ask. "To go and get the IV." I nod, the woman comes back a few minutes later. She took the needle and put it in his chest and put tape over it to keep it there. He didn't flinch or anything, I guess he is used to needles. She asks him what his symptoms are and he responds with things like tiredness, loss of appetite, and some other things. I feel so bad for him, but hopefully the chemo is working. I don't know what kind of cancer he has, but it can't be too serious. I don't think so at least.