Going Home ⚭ book II b.c.l.s ⚭ Hayes Grier

8

I was wheeled back into my room and Cam sent me a smile. She placed my bed back in place. "We'll try to have your results with a minimum of 45 minutes." I nodded and she left my room.  

"So how did it go?" Cameron asked, walking towards my bed and placing his hand on the bar. "Well, not great," I muttered unlocking my phone. "I threw up because of some jank medicine and they scanned me."  He nodded and pursed his lips.

I began to scroll through twitter and I decided to tweet.  

'@kristydallas : I've missed you guys. New videos when I'm feeling better.'

I began to get tweets about how glad they were that I was back and I locked my phone. We made some small talk and waiting for them to come back with results. 

After about 50 some minutes the nurse came back in. 

"Alright, We've gotten the scans of your stomach," She paused and placed her foot on the table bar. "Normal stomachs are typically the size of a large orange, yours happens to be the size of a small golfball. This is why your stomach cannot handle any food. We have to hook you up to a tube and inject food to your stomach."

We were all silent for a short time, the news we heard was a shock to me. "What happens if I don't want to use the tube?" I asked, just to see if I had another option. 

"If you don't use this tube, your stomach will shrink and shrink until it gets so close to your stomach acid and burns through. If you let this happen- you wont make it." My brother looked at me and nodded. 

"How long is this process going to take?" Cam stepped in, basically agreeing to it already. 

"If we're lucky? Two days at the minimum. If we aren't so lucky, it could take up to two months," Cam looked down at his shoes. "Sometimes people don't have to go through procedures, though, without this she won't be able to handle on her own." He nodded and walked over to me. I sat up and took his hand as his eyes watered. 

"Am I going to be okay, Cammy?" I bit my lip as his eyes slowly rolled to meet mine.

"I promise you."

"Are you sure I need this tube?" He gave my hand a squeeze.

"You don't have a choice. I'm not loosing you like we lost mom. You mean to much." I wiped a fallen tear off his check and nodded.