The Bucket List

Chapter 43

AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE 90 YEARS, BUT I HAD FINALS AND PROJECTS, BUT THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER AND THE EPILOGUE IS NEXT. :) DONT CRY TOO MUCH.

Media's POV: 

I slowly open my eyes to see a white room. What? A hospital. Great like the beginning. I see no one in here except someone with brown hair all messy like and their hands on their face. Harry.

"Harry?" I whisper.

He looks up and he is crying. He instantly holds my hand.

"Oh my god. Media. Thank god you are okay. I had to come back to get my phone, but I heard you scream my name so I ran upstairs and saw you unconsicious. I was so worried. Do you remember anything?"

"I remember unpacking then falling, but nothing after that." He nods. 

"I was so worried." I smiled and rubbed my thumb against the top of his hand. I heard the door open and a doctor walk in. 

"Hello Media, I am Dr. Cost. Are you okay right now? How do you feel?"

"I am fine right now."

She nods. "Well I have some news to tell you. You have been having major headaches right?" I nod. "Well it is just your cancer, it has spread pretty quickly now. I am sorry. But, I hate to inform that you may have to stay in the hospital for a while." She says. I nod, since I am sort of used to it. 

"Do you know when she is able to leave?" Harry says.

"I am not quite sure to be honest. I am sorry. She may get worse, or she may get better, I can't be certain, but when I am I will tell you first thing. But, even if she is getting better, we may have to hold her for a while to see if she is stable"

Harry nods. The doctor leaves and we are alone again. 

"So since we can't leave I decided to bring our dinner here." I nod and smile. 

"BRB" Harry says. I laugh. He leaves. What felt like forever he comes in sweats. I see a bunch come in with a bunch of things I don't recognize. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were doing since I was too busy talking to Harry. As soon as our conversation ended, I looked up to see my room decorated.

My hospital room is not a boring, pale white anymore. It has cream white curatins draped around the room. White ligths hanging from the ceiling until it touches the ground. There were roes in vases and just hanging everywhere. It looked prettier than it was described. I smiled. I turned to Harry and he was looking at me, probably wondering what I was thinking. I reached for his hand and bring it to my mouth to kiss it. 

"I am sorry this may be very cheesy." Harry said bowing his head a little.

"Well, it's a good thing I like cheese." I joked. 

"Can we eat?" I said. 

"Why yes we can my darling." I giggled and blushed madly.

I see people bringing in facing tableware, plates with silver covers, and possibly champagne bottles, but I wasn't qutie sure. 

They set the food in front of us and took off the covers. It was chicken fingers and french fries. I smiled and clapped my hands. 

"Yess! I was craving this! Thank you!" Harry smiled.

"Would you like something to drink?" I nodded. He reached over to the champagne bottle he opened the top and poured it into my glass.

"It's apple juice, since champagne is too mainstream." He said. I laughed at his choice of words.