Stormies POV
Ross told me he loved me and then his eyes fluttered shut. "No no no!" I screamed. I quickly pushed him towards the elevator and my mom and Rydel followed. "What happened?!" Rydel sobbed. "I don't know" I cried. The elevator came to a stop and I pushed him out "HELP" I screamed. The nurse and a couple doctors ran over before lifting him out of the chair and putting him onto a bed. "Please help him" I sobbed. They looked at each other "we'll try our best"
2 hours later
I had called Mark and the others and we were all in the waiting room. It was silent. He knew this was going to happen.
Flash back
I walked into ross' hospital room and saw him writing something. When I closed the door, he looked up. "Hey momma" he smiled, closing the book. "Hey sweetheart. What you writing?" He asked. "Oh nothing" he smiled slightly. He was lying but I decided not to push it.
He knew something was going to happen. I need to remember the good times. Not the bad.
Flashback
"Momma!" My 7 year old exclaimed, running over "hey sweetheart. What's up?" I asked. "Look at this!" He exclaimed, showing me his drawing. "Ross that's amazing baby" I told him. "You really think so?" He smiled. "I do indeed."
Like when he got cast in Austin and Ally
My 15 year old son walked into the kitchen ready for breakfast. He was clutching his phone in his hand. "Are you alright?" I asked. The poor boy looked stressed out of his mind "It's the day we hear about austin and ally" he told me. "I don't know why I'm getting so stressed. I know I'm not gonna get it" I stroked his cheek. "I believe you will. You did great in that audition." I smiled. He smiled slightly "you think so?" He asked. "I know so. Now have some breakfast"
No one else was awake but we sat in the living room, watching TV while we ate our breakfast. His cell phone started ringing and I paused the TV. He stared at it. "Answer it!" I exclaimed. He quickly put his bowl down and lifted it up "hello?...yeah it's him..." his face dropped. My heart sped up. "Okay...right..okay...yeah...thank you...yeah definitely...thanks...bye" he hung up and stared at his cell phone. "So?" I asked. He looked up with tears in his eyes. I placed my bowl down and sat next to him. "I got the part mom" he smiled. I screamed "YES!!! That's my boy!" I exclaimed, hugging him. He smiled. He was shaking as he hugged me back. "I got it mom" he whispered "I know baby. Well done"
Riker ran down stairs "so?!" He exclaimed. Ross looked at him and Riker saw the tears "did you not-" he trailed off. Ross smiled slightly "I got it" Ross whispered. Riker screamed, running over and lifting ross up. "What did I tell you! I knew you would get it!" He screamed. Ross laughed, hugging back.
I wish he was able to stay that happy. Then the cancer came.
"You might need to sit down" the doctor told us. We all sat down and he sat down with us. "Ross has Acute Myeloid leukaemia" he told us. "Wait. He has ca-cancer" Mark whispered. Tears started to pour down my face. "Unfortunately so" I started sobbing. "He's awake. We've told him. He has yet to react. We know he's upset but he couldn't find the words to speak to the nurse." The doctor explained. "I need to see him" I whispered, wiping my eyes. "Of course Mrs Lynch."
I opened the room to the door. My son was sitting on the bed. Bloodshot eyes and tears on his pale cheeks. He looked at me and opened his arms. I wrapped him in a hug and we both started sobbing. "Do-don't go" he sobbed. "I've got you baby. I'm not going anywhere" I attempted to soothe. It's hard to soothe your child when you can barely calm down yourself.
Then there was the morning we picked him up to take him for chemotherapy.
Mark and I climbed out of the car and looked at each other. "It's gonna be okay" he whispered. I squeezed his hand before walking into the band house, him following.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the doctor walking over. "How is he?" I asked. He sighed. "He's not going to make it" he whispered. I immediately burst into tears. "How long does he have?" Mark asked. "Maybe a couple hours.a day At the most" he explained. "He's awake. He knows. You can go to see him."
I walked into my sons room. His eyes had no emotion. I hugged him tight and he hugged back. "I love you mom" he whispered. "I love you too"
He hugged every single person. "I'm sorry guys" he whispered. "What are you sorry for?" Mark whispered, holding his sons hand. "I shouldn't die. I-I'm weak" he whispered. "Ross. This isn't your fault!" Rocky exclaimed. Ross smiled slightly "I love you all" he whispered. We all smiled. "We love you too little one" Riker whispered. Ross smiled slightly.
2 hours later
Ross had been getting weaker and weaker. He was on his side, holding onto my hand. Ryland was rubbing his side. Riker and Rydel were playing with his hair. Rocky and Ell were rubbing his back and Mark was siting with me. Both of us holding onto our sons hands, like if we let go, we would lose him but in reality. We're going to lose his anyway.
"Ryland, delly and Ell should go" Ross whispered. I knew it was happening. "Guys. You should go" Mark whispered. "No. I'm not leaving" Riker snapped. "Me either" rocky agreed. "Delly, ryry you should. You too Ell" Ross coughed. "I love you rossy" Rydel sobbed. "I love you too delly." "Ross. I love you so much" Ryland whispered. "I love you too ryry" Ell crouched and kissed ross' head. "I love you Ross." He whispered. "I love you too Ell"
They left and ross gripped onto our hands, his eyes were tightly shut. He was in pain. I wiped my eyes. "I love you" Ross told us. "We love you too Ross" rocky whispered. "We really do" Mark, Riker and I said in unison. "Don't forget me please" Ross whispered. "We won't ross. How could we possibly do that" Mark smiled slightly. This is the first time that a tear has gone down his cheek in front of anyone. "I love you all" Ross whispered. He had a death grip on our hands. He whimpered and Riker started crying. The heart monitor started slowing down as ross looked at us with droopy eyes. He smiled. Only slightly. But it was still a smiled. Then he let out his final breath before losing consciousness.
And that when we heard a long, painful, beep.
