Hands Of Time | Ezria

Chapter Eleven

ARIAS POV

"Ezra?!" I replied, sitting on the edge of his hospital bed, stroking the side of his head. His lips curled up into a wiggly smile. He attempted to sit up, but I softly told him no, and that he needed to rest.

"How long so they plan on keeping me?" He chuckled, caressing my hands.
I shook my head. "I don't know - days, weeks, even months. You're really ill, Ez," I choked. I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping it would prevent me from crying. But Ezra knew I was about to break down in tears.
"Hey, hey don't cry. You've done way too much of that lately," he whispered. I let out a smile, and looked into his deep, ocean eyes.
"How can I not cry? I honestly don't know how you're holding up," I reply, squeezing his hand, not too hard.
He laughed, and invited me in for a hug. I didn't hesitate, but I tried not to hurt him too much.
"There there," he mumbled, rubbing my head softly up and down, kissing my temple every-now and again.
Breaking the soft, romantic moment, I spoke up.
"When's your next chemo?" I stuttered. Then, the smile on Ezra's face soon faded. He swallowed hard and looked me into my eyes.
"I know I'm supposed to tell you this, but it's actually today. Thatcher and a nurse, that's supposedly called Nurse Rey or something, are coming in soon. You can stay or..."
I stroked his jawline.
"Of course I'm staying. That's if you want me to,"

"Of course, I want you with me every step of the way,"

And as the last word left his pale lips, Dr Thatcher & Nurse Rey strolled in with a rolling thingy which I never knew the name of, with a pouch of Chemotherapy attached.

"Miss Montgomery are you staying for this process of leaving?" Nurse Rey asked politely. I took a quick glance at Ezra, and he nodded at me, smiling.

"Um, staying,"  I answered, and I grabbed Ezra's hand in mine, as Dr. Thatcher nodded and carefully injected the Chemo into Ezra's arm.

Seeing him in such a vulnerable position took its toll on me. It was unbearable. And even though it was him that was supposed to be emotional, it was me. I was honestly so sick and tired of crying, and when I did cry, I felt weak and helpless. But I couldn't help it. Seeing the one you love in such a place, you really couldn't stop the water works from working.

EZRAS POV

When Dr.Thatcher injected the Chemo into me, it didn't feel any worse or better than the first time. I was honestly getting used to it. Nurse Rey said that was a good thing since I'd be having a lot of Chemo sessions. And for my heart Cancer... Thatcher said it wasn't getting any better, even with the Chemo. Aria makes sure I take my meds daily, and that was helping me feel less drowsy. Apart from the fact I have Cancer, I really feel no different. I felt less tired all the time- of course, I felt tired, but not as tired.

The only thing that made me weak was seeing Aria weak.

Seeing her cry was one of the most beautiful yet heartbreaking sights. And when she cried, it made me want to cry. But I knew someone had to stay strong. Our relationship now consisted of medication, Chemo, hospital visits and Aria taking 24/7 care and supervision of me. Of course, I didn't mind the last bit, but I can't help but feel guilty. Seeing her rush around me to help me was awful. And when she has her stages of tears, i just want to wrap her in my arms, kiss her a billion times and tell her it will be okay.

After thirty minutes of chatting and laughing, me and Aria seemed to forget I was in a hospital room. It was just like old times. No tears. No Cancer talk. Just laughs. It was moments like this I cherished.

Time flew by, and before we knew it, Nurse Rey came in and unhooked me from the machine. She smiled, and took one look at my almost half haired head.
She handed me a leaflet and I looked down. It was a company which sold wigs for cancer patients.

"Ezra, I'm not trying to sound rude, but I highly recommend this service, if you feel uncomfortable, you know what I mean. You should give them a call," Nurse Rey said, and she wheeled the empty packet of Chemo out the room.'

Aria looked at me, and it didn't take her long before she walked over to me, and ever so softly placed her lips on mine. She didn't take it rough, since my nasal cannula was still attached.
She pulled away before anything got heated. Not that it could anyway. I had trouble breathing on a daily basis never mind during make out sessions.

Hello there. I know, shit ending, but my thumb really hurts for some odd reason lmao so it's really hard to type. I also dropped my phone down the toilet on Saturday, Hense the lack of updations.
Love you ALL!
-Abbie x