A Piano, A Coat and A Camera

Chemo Convo <<6>>

August 25, 2016

The hairs on my neck rose. My hands got clammy. My shoulders tensed. I squinted my eyes, hoping Brendon really wasn't here. 

I couldn't leave him there, it's Brendon fucking Urie. I turned around with a sheepish smile and walked slightly back to him. His brow was furrowed and he had a curious look in his eyes. Even in this situation he looked handsome. His hair was a mess from last night and he wore a plain white t-shirt with demolished black jeans. He wore new red converse.

" Lavinia, why are you here?"

What's a good lie? My grandmother? No she passed away when I was 15. What about I steer the question a different way..

" I should be asking you why you're here, Urie. "

The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile, but it quickly left as soon as it got there.

" After the afterparty, I was mobbed by fans and they wouldn't let go of me. Ended up hurting my wrist trying to let go of their iron grip. Now there's my excuse, what happens to be yours, Green."

" There isn't a simple way to put this, Urie. I.. Um..." Before I finished my thought, Brendon's name got called into an office and my name got called by my doctor at the end of the hall. We made eye contact and Brendon began to leave but he turned around.

" I hope you're here after this because I am going to find you and I will find out what you're hiding"

I whipped around so he couldn't see the fear on my face. I heard the door close and I walked to my doctor, Dr. Martha Brown. She led me into my room, 317, and showed me to where the chemo would take place. She said with the first few months I'll be sitting and the last 4 will be me in bed so I don't hurt myself.

The procedure would be 2 hours for the first 5 months and 4 for the last 3. The doctors here want me to live more than I do.

Hopefully Brendon doesn't remember I'm here. And hopefully I leave before him.

-Brendon's POV-

Damn, I have a cast on one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. I walked up to the counter in front of me and payed for the pills and cast. As I walked away I remembered Lavinia. I ran back to the counter to ask.

" Sorry I'm back. Around an hour ago there was a girl here and we began to talk. She has brown hair with freckles and tattoos and wore a-"

The woman began to laugh and showed me where she was. She also said to be careful and quiet. Whatever she means by that.

 I walked to 317. I peered in and saw her sitting in a chair looking out the window to see the city.  I knocked on the door and called out her name softly.

" Hey, Lavinia it's Brendon. Can we talk?"

She whipped around to look at me. Pure shock was etched into her face, I could see far away to know it. I walked in and began to look around. The walls were covered in pictures of mountains and rivers. It was beautiful. I stood admiring them when I heard a slight screeching. I turned around to see Lavinia next to me, looking at the same photo.

" That's the Appalachian Mountain's highest peak. It's beautiful isn't it?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like she didn't wanna break the silence. I felt her gaze on me and I turned to see her. She looked slightly tired but regardless she was still as beautiful and radiant as yesterday. We were out late, the concert was a long one.

I began to turn around when I bumped into something. It was a metal pole holding a fluid in it on wheels. The liquid was clear and there was a tube coming from the bottom of the bag into Lavinia's arm.

She gently touched my hand and lead me back to where she sat. She began to reach for a chair for me but I grabbed it before she could. She has a look of annoyance on her face but sat down. The small screech from the machine came and left.

" You have cancer "

"Stage 2 lung cancer, almost 3 in a few months if the chemo doesn't do it's magic."

She looked flushed. I wanted to talk to her but not push her.

" I swear Urie is you start to go all sympathetic on me I'll beat your ass in 3 seconds."

We both laughed at that.

" Lavinia, will you survive?"

" No, 8 months"

My heart rung. It felt like I was stabbed. I had known her for around 24 hours and she has me feeling like I need her as my oxygen.

" What's the plan for you?"

" Do everything I've ever wanted to do in my life time"

" And that is?"

She grabbed her booklet that she was writing in and handed it to me.

" This is what I want to do before I die "