Dylan's POV
Not being able to pick up a bottle of water really scares me, this shows me how weak I am getting. I think it was because I was already weak from what had happened before, because it's the next day and I can pick up things. Erin had to go to school so I am stuck here all alone, which really sucks. I look around the hospital room, its so bland and boring. So I grab my laptop from the table beside my hospital bed, I open it and type up a new document. I start typing my letters to those I love and care about, and tell someone to give them to those people if I end up dying. I just have to do it before its too late.
I finish up and save the documents, I put my laptop to the side. I hear the door open and I look over to see Stacy, the little girl I talk to sometimes, she looks a bit better from when I last seen her. "Dylan, why are you here? I asked my doctor and he said you were here." She comes and sits on my bed. "Well, I'm going to be here for a while." She furrows her eyebrows, "Why? Is it getting worse?" I nod sadly. "No! It can't get worse!" Tears fill her pale blue eyes. "Hey... Calm down little one." She sniffles and calms down.
"Are... Are you going to die?" Stacy asks. "I don't know Stace.. I'm fighting as hard as I can, I really am." Her lips curve into a sad smile. "Who are you fighting for? Yourself?" I shake my head. "For my girlfriend and partly myself." Her eyes widen and she squeals. "Who is this girlfriend?! I need to meet her!" She giggles. "You can, she's at school." She claps her hands. "Yay! On another note... How are you feeling? What stage are you? You never told me what cancer you have." I really need to be more open with people, don't I?
"Well... I feel like complete crap. I am stage four as of yesterday.. And well, I have Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia." She furrows her eyebrows. "What part of the body does that affect?" She asks, "My lymph nodes, in my neck." I explain. "Oh..." She scoots closer and hugs me gently, I of course hug her bag. "Please get better Dylan." She whispers. "I'll try Stace, I promise. I've been fighting for this long, I might as well keep fighting." She nods and stays close to me, she's like a little sister to me, to be honest. I don't want to leave Stacy, Erin, the few friends I made at school and whoever else I know. It just wouldn't be fair to leave them, I want to live a life too... I'm not even eighteen yet..
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Don't Die, My Love
Teen FictionDylan Evans is pretty much a normal seventeen year old boy, but he has to deal with something. At the age of sixteen Dylan was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. He has to the deal with the symptoms, medication, and of course chemotherapy...
