Don't Die, My Love

Chapter 14

Dylan's POV

     It's been like a week, and Erin and I haven't talked at all. I hate it, I hate it so much. Should I try to talk to her? I mean, I haven't even been to school all week I don't feel good enough to, chemotherapy has made me feel sicker than I ever have. After I get the chemo I throw up a lot for the rest of the day, meaning they're giving me a pretty high dosage now. That means it's getting worse, and that scares me. I have to live, I just have to. I still love Erin. My mom was working all day today, and I had to go to chemo, so I called the first person I could think off. Erin. I click call and hold the phone to my ear and wait a second, she picks up "Dylan?" "Yeah, hey." It was the weekend so I know she's not at school, but I do hear her shut a door. "Hi, I need to talk to you in person." She does? I hope that's a good thing. "You can come over, and I was wondering if you'd take me to chemo." I hear her grab her keys, yes, she drives. "Of course I will. I'll be there in about ten minutes." With that she hangs up. There's a knock at my door about ten minutes later, I get up and go and answer the door. It was getting harder for me to stand, mostly because I was getting weaker. I know I'm getting skinnier too, I can see and feel that. She instantly hugs me. "I am so sorry Dylan I'm such a bitch and I should have thought more about it. I'm the w--" I shut her up with a kiss, a very, very needed and wanted kiss.

     I went through chemo as I usually did and Erin was holding my hand the entire team, they wanted to keep me there for some more tests. As I was waiting to talk to my doctor I had to run into the bathroom and puke my insides out, I sit on the cold hard tile and keep my head hung low. I didn't even have anything other than water to throw up, I can't eat anything. I felt someone rub my back, I instantly knew it was Erin. "Lets go back and sit on the bed... The doctor brought you a bowl to throw up in..." I nod and stand up, needing Erin's help. Sure enough the doctor handed me a small bowl. "So, how are you Dylan?" I stay silent, it's pretty damn obvious how I am. "Okay, so all I can tell you is to stay hydrated, get rest, and at least try to eat one meal a day." The first two are easy, it's the third one that's harder. "Am I getting worse?" I ask weakly. "Yes, I'm afraid you are." He responds. "Will I get to stage four?" He sighs. "Most likely. When and if that time comes we'll do a bone marrow, and if that doesn't work then we'll continue chemo and radiation and hope for the best." I look at him confused. "Continue radiation? I haven't even started it." Maybe I need to. "Well we were thinking about starting it next week. If that's okay with you." I nod. All I know is, I'm gonna have to fight like hell. It'll be a bitch, but I have to try.