Abigail

Chapter six.

Chapter six.

Days two and three of chemotherapy weren't very pleasant. I was able to sleep quite a lot but when I was awake I'd have headaches that hurt quite bad. I'd had a word with Demi who relayed what I said back to Dr. Malaki. However we weren't prepared to change my antiemetic drugs because the headaches weren't dangerous.

After the first three days of chemo, I was taken off daunorubicin as I was on the 7+3 protocol. This also meant that the nurse didn't come in and bother me as much as usual. It was currently day four of chemotherapy. Woo.

Even though I didn't feel any better, I had taken a bath last night (a rather awkward one) with the help of a nurse and my mother. It was very difficult seeing as my IV was connected to the central line which was in my chest. But nonetheless, we made it work.

I was walking through the corridor slowly with Noah as I wanted to get out of my little room. He was offered to go to on a day out with his friends today, but said that his 'little sister' was 'far more important' than going out. Cute really.

"Shall we go into the day room? You could maybe meet some other patients and make friends," he suggested.

"Yeah okay," I agreed.

I could make some friends and it would be better in the long run because then maybe Ashton, Noah and my parents wouldn't feel so guilty for leaving me. He pushed the door open for me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

I looked around. The walls were painted a vibrant red with a yellow spaceship at one side and loads of little aliens spread out. In the centre of the room was an arts and craft table, occupied by two little boys and their mums. In one corner, there was a load of beanbags and magazines and in the other corner, a play station with games and beanbags.

I couldn't help but notice how this room had been made to cater for both the little kids, and also the older ones like myself. There were bookshelves, toys and games also.

Slowly I walked over to the hangout corner, pushing my IV machine with me. Noah helped me to sit and he sat beside me. "It's pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah," I smiled big, "It makes a nice change from being cooped up in my room."

"Very true."

A little boy, who must've only been seven or eight, ran over to us. He didn't have any hair but his big blue eyes were gorgeous. The little boy was a cute kid and he was dressed in a red t-shirt and blue jean shorts. "Hi! My name is Jayden!"

I giggled at his enthusiasm and replied, "Hey Jayden, I'm Abby. What brings you here?"

"Mummy had to go to work but Demi said to go make friends," he nodded.

I smiled, "We can be friends."

"Really?" He asked, carefully.

"Really."

"What's wrong with you?" He frowned, eyeing up the IV machine and bags.

"I have leukaemia," I told him.

"Oh," he frowned, looking sad.

"What about you? Are you sick?" I asked him.

He nodded and plopped his little body down on a beanbag. He looked at me and said, "I have a tumour. It's in my brain."

That broke my heart. Why? What did a seven or eight year old child do wrong to get something as nasty as that? Sometimes God wasn't fair. Jayden seemed like such a cute, bubbly kid and yet he has something awfully wrong with him. He's only little, he doesn't deserve it. Not one bit.