Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Six

ARIAS POV

I raised my hand as soon as the last full stop was made on my paper. She took my paper from me and I grabbed my handbag, rushing out the door. I got my car keys out ready and unlocked my car. I climbed in and started up the engine.
I was panicking so much, and bad thoughts surrounded my head.
Suddenly, I got a phone call. Praying it was Ezra, I pulled over and grabbed my phone out of my bag. It wasn't Ezra. This was the call I'd been dreading all day. Before I'd even figured out why they had called me, a tear trickled down on my face. My emotions were everywhere.
My screen read, 'Rosewood Hosp'.
I clicked answer and continued with a shaky 'hello?'
'Hello, are you miss Montgomery?' the receiver at the end of the line asked in a formal tone.
I nodded, then realized they couldn't see me. 'Ehrm, yes?'
'We have a patient that was admitted here fifteen minutes and is asking for you, and is refusing to do anything until he sees you,' she said, and my teeth started chattering. Was it Ezra? I had to ask.
'If I may ask, what's the patients name?'
'Ezra Fitz,'

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My whole body froze for a second, as I hung up. Then, a sudden rush of adrenaline raced throughout me. I slammed the gas and was doing a 60 on a 50mph road. I had no time to waste. I had to get to the hospital to see Ezra, to see his beautiful ocean eyes and to hold his warm hands.
As I reached the hospital and parked rapidly, I rushed towards the main reception. At the oak desk, a lady with rouge/strawberry hair and smooth, pearly skin noticed me rushing.
"Hey, what room is Ezra Fitz in?' I asked, my words jumbled and rushed.
"What relation are you to the patient?' She asked, smiling. I wanted to yank her perfect red buns so hard. Just tell me where my boyfriend is.
"I'm his girlfriend. Aria Montgomery,'
'Ah, your the girl he has been asking for. He's in room E12, darling," she replied, pointing at the west wing corridor. I thanked her and ran down the corridor, going left, then right, then left again. Finally, I reached room E12. I looked in the room and sighed in relief. He was awake and seemed unharmed. I pushed the door open steadily, as I knocked over a wooden ornament on the desk beside me. I'm so clumsy.
"Ah, the familiar sound of Aria Montgomery entering a room," Ezra chuckled, his cheeks glowing. I threw him a sarcastic smile. Now was not the time for jokes.
"Ezra, what the hell happened?!" I said, pinching my arm.
"I fainted and hit my head of the cupboard. Nothing serious. Apparently Mrs. Norberry from next door found me when she found my door unlocked as she was giving me my newspapers," he chuckled. I had no idea why he was laughing? He was in hospital for crying out loud!
"It's not a laug-" Ezra cut me off.
"They're running some tests on me, just to make sure,"
"Make sure of what?" I replied, but as Ezra opened his mouth to explain, a man in a doctors outfit walked in. He was bald, and his head was so shiny you could see your reflection in it.
"Hello, my name is Doctor Thatcher, and you must be Ezra Fitz,' he says, looking at Ezra who was smiling. I had no idea how he was holding up. He was sat in a hospital with beeping machines everywhere. I certainly wasn't holding up.
Ezra nodded, and Dr. Thatcher looked at me, puzzled, then the look of realization washed over his face.
"You must be Aria Montgomery," he smiled. A wiggly smile spread across my lips, as Dr.Thatcher explained Ezra's condition.

"As you may know, we have ran a few tests on Ezra, and the results have come through almost instantly," Dr.Thatcher continues.
"The results consist of good & bad news," he added.

My eyes started tearing up. Good AND bad. What was the bad news?! Ezra clutched my hand tight as Thatcher flicked through hospital papers. I looked Ezra in the eyes, but that was an immediate mistake, because once you look into those deep, gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes, you can't look away.

"What's the bad news, Doctor?" I asked, shaking. I bit the inside of my cheek hard. I was dreading the news. I didn't want anything to happen to Ezra. He was my world, I couldn't go on without him.

"Ezra has a condition called primum cordis tumore" Doctor Thatcher explained. What the hell was that?

"What is that?!" I asked, the whole room was spinning now. But I had to stay stable. For Ezra's sake.

"Primum Cordis Tumore translates into 'Primary Cardiac Tumor, which is a form of heart cancer," Dr. Thatcher says. My heart stopped. The room was spinning ferociously. My breathing became heavier, as Ezra squeezed my hand tighter. Heart Cancer...Heart...Cancer...

Suddenly, I remembered Dr.Thatcher said there would be good news.

"What's the good news?" I said, stuttering every word.

"Ezra has a high chance of survival. Since we have high tech machinery and better working systems, Ezra has a higher chance of survival than the patients last year," He explained.

My breathing eased a little, but my chest still felt tight. I bought Ezra's hand up to my lips and kissed the back of his hand lightly.

I thanked Dr. Thatcher, and he left the room, leaving me and Ezra alone. I got down into both knees and fiddled with his hair. "Did you know about this? Was this the thing Hardy was pressuring you to tell me about?" I whispered.
He shook his head in refusal.
"I thought I knew about me having a growth in my chest, as that was what the doctors thought," He answered.
"So you went to the doctors...without me?" I replied, letting go of his hand.

"I didn't want to worry you. You deserve someone better than me. I don't want you to miss out on the things that someone else could give you,"

"But I am already in love with someone else. Ill or not, you're my Ezra. You're always gonna be my Ezra. I'll never leave you. Never,"

He smiled at me, gripping at my shirt, pulling me closer.
"Come here," he whispered, softly, as my lips fell onto his.