Slipping Through My Fingers~ Beau Brooks

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

ZOEY

My eyes opened I checked my phone and it was nine o clock. I was lying on the couch and then all of last nights actions came straight back to me. I was upset that me and Beau were fighting. I never wanted to argue with Beau; he just pushed me way past the limit. Why was he so stupid? Why did he think there was something wrong with me? It was only a little stomach bug...

I could hear some movement in our apartment and I heard the familiar sound of One Direction playing from the kitchen.

I jumped off the couch and just as I was about to walk into the kitchen I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked skinnier and paler than usual. This stomach bug had made me drop a few pounds. I was so skinny it looked like all I was, was a tiny layer of skin and bones. I shook my head. It was just me seeing things.

I walked into the kitchen and saw that Beau was cooking in the kitchen. The kitchen table had already been laid and Beau stood beside the kitchen with

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Cutted out of the pancakes.

"I'm sorry about last night, I hate fighting with you" he said.

I felt my bad mood had started to disappear.

"No I'm sorry Beau, I was stupid" I said.

We both tucked straight into our

pancakes, which tasted amazing!

Just as we finished our pancakes, Beau spoke again.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm feeling okay." I replied.

"Okay isn't good enough, I want my girl to feel 100% amazing"

I looked at Beau, and saw that he was actually worried.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"What should you do about what?" He asked

"The hospital" I replied.

"I honestly don't know Zoe. I know your petrified of hospitals, but I won't be able to sleep right knowing your not 100% okay." He replied.

"I don't think I'm gonna go. I know this sounds selfish but I just can't be told there is something wrong with me. For once my life is finally starting to get better." I said

"Oh...well I kinda mhm booked you an appointment for today, 2pm" he said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"What? You went behind my back?" I could feel my eyes starting to fill with tears.

"Please Zoe, I have a really bad feeling this is worse than a stomach bug. All you have to do is go in to make sure your okay, and I know you will be okay."

I stomped back into our bedroom, slammed and locked the door. I sat on our bed, clenching my fists. In times like these. I really hated Beau.

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The car ride to the hospital was silent. I was angry at Beau for forcing me to go to the hospital, but in my heart, I knew he was right. Since I was stupid, I couldn't let him know I agreed with him!

We arrived in the hospital waiting room, and sat there for about 20minutes. I felt Beaus hand intertwine in mine. He looked absolutely terrified.

We were called from the waiting room into a small office. A doctor shook both our hands and told us to take a seat.

"What seems to be troubling you?" The doctor said with a warm smile.

I looked towards Beau and he cleared his throat.

"I think Zoe might be ill" He said

"And why is that?" The doctor asked

"She's been throwing up for the last week or two, and there's been blood in her vomit." Beau said.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"It's only a stomach bug. Right doc?" I turned to the doctor.

"No. Not right. Throwing up blood is a serious medical problem" the doctor replied.

I could feel my face fall.

"What does that mean?" I asked

"It could mean you have a lot of different things. You may have a stomach ulcer, blood disease, a tear in your stomach or oesophagus or-" the doctor was interrupted.

"Or what?" Beau asked

The doctor ignored Beau and looked at me.

"Zoey, have you had a history of disease in your family?" The doctor asked

"My grandmother died of blood poisoning and my great grandfather passed away with cancer" I replied.

The doctor nodded and wrote something down onto a piece of paper.

"Zoey, if it is okay. I will need to book you some surgery, immediately" the doctor said.

I looked at Beau, he looked petrified. So was I.

"May I ask, why do I need surgery?" I asked the doctor.

"You possibly have stom-"

And that was all I heard, the room went black, my breathing got heavier, sure enough, another panic attack was hitting me.