Sex Lessons |z.h.|

39

"How the bloody fuck am I suffering from lung cancer? You told me I'm too young to have shit like this." Zayn screamed, not daring to spare a glance towards Harry who in his time of distress had offered to drive him to the doctors and now sat inside the clinic, listening worriedly to the conversation Zayn had with Doctor Melissa Crawford, which mostly consisted of Zayn yelling and the doctor listening. 

"I told you that it's rare and the possibility is less in youngsters. I never said it doesn't happen at all. And taking in account your high intake of cigarette and even drugs, I'm pretty sure the reports are correct. However, we can undergo the entire procedure once again and double check, if you would like." The doctor spoke slowly, as if talking to a child which was probably true because Zayn right now was not listening to any kind words and even if he was hearing them, he wasn't understanding them. The only thing echoing in his brain was the voice of the boring and dull receptionist, telling him over the phone, over the fucking phone, that he had been diagnosed with cancer. "It's not even at the extreme stage yet." 

"Either ways, I'm still going to die." Zayn hissed, slumping back on the comfortable looking seats. .He reached forward for the glass of water placed on the table, bringing it to his lips and gulping the contents down in one go, his hands and body were itching for a smoke but his last packet was with the lady in front of his eyes, rather than inside his back pocket. Zayn cursed his luck. 

"With the right treatment - "

"Don't give me that bullshit. Almost every person suffering from cancer dies. All you and your medication and therapy can do is just stretch the time of my death. But after that, I will have to die and it will be fucking painful." The Pakistani scoffed, his mind trailing back to this one documentary he had accidentally stumbled upon, of a cancer patient and how despite being careful with their diet and following everything right, they had still ended up with the disease and died after five years of going through treatment which rendered them bald and weak. Zayn didn't want to live like that. 

"We all have to die one day." Harry interfered, trying to ease the tension in the room with his sense of humor but when Zayn and Doctor Melissa turned around to glare at him, raising an eyebrow as if inquiring with a 'really?' the brunette decided to keep his mouth shut and just listen, helping only when he was asked to. 

"Let's not get philosophical. I'm not going to go through any of those painful treatments and that's my final decision." Zayn nodded to himself. He felt a part of him just go numb when he had received the news and the other part was screaming and crying, begging for it to be false but on the outside, Zayn just displayed excessive annoyance and nothing else. He couldn't believe it, even though it was the truth but yet he couldn't bring himself to. And even if he was suffering from a deadly disease, he definitely wasn't going to give into it. He had to stay strong, not just for himself but for Niall as well. Just the thought of the blonde made his heart pang. 

"Anytime you change your mind, just know that I'm going to be right here and we'll start with the treatment the very day you decide to." Melissa nodded, glancing down at the reports. "There's an infection spreading in your blood too. It's definitely from one of the syringes. I will prescribe you medicines for that though. It won't completely kill the bacteria carrying the infection but it will lower down the chances of you falling sick and getting nauseous. On your part, I would request you to cut down on the cigarettes and quit with the drugs. Chew a chewing gum every time you feel like smoking and to deal with all the stress that comes with it, considering you aren't going to opt for chemotherapy, I will suggest a therapist for you. To talk you into keeping yourself healthy and meditated. It's just a recommendation, you don't have to go if you don't want to."