This Boy (Ringo Starr Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: When I'm Sixty-Four

*Amelia's POV*

I woke up in the hospital Ritchie was by my bed side.

"What happened?" I mumbled rubbing my head.

"You had a shortness of breath, an asthma and anxiety attack." He smiled at me, petting and brushing my hair off my forehead with his hands.

"Is it that can-"

"Yeah." He looked at me with his  sad blue eyes.

"I'm going to need-"

"Yeah." He looked depressed.

I didn't want chemo, not at all. I remember when my grandmother had cancer and she had gotten chemo, she lost her beautiful thick hair and she looked even more sickly. More than what she did before. She lost a lot of weight and it was horrible.

"Hey how are you feeling?" John said as he and Cynthia walked in.

"I could be better. It's a little hard to breath though." I said closing my eyes trying to relax.

"Even with the oxygen tank?" Ritchie asked concerned.

"A little, it's annoying have this shit up my nose though." I said playing with the oxygen hose near my nose to help me breath.

"Do you want me to get the-"

"I'm fine Ritchie." I smiled pulling him closer to me so I could kiss him.

"Mrs. Starkey did you decide on whether you want the chemo or not?" The doctor came in my room  with a clipboard.

I looked over at John Cynthia and Rich who were all starring at me.

"I think you should." Cynthia said putting her hand on mine.

"Maybe it'll help cure you." John faintly smiled at me

"I'm going to be by your side no matter what." Rich smiled.

"Okay." I said softly. "Let's get started shall we." Everyone smiled at me some more but I couldn't help but regret my decision.

*Day one on chemo*

Everyone was by my side they brought good luck balloons and Rich had bought me a big I love you teddy bear.

I didn't know what to expect. There was a mirror at my bedside and I constantly looked at it, I played with my hair every chance I got. I was frightened of losing it. I just wanted to enjoy it a little longer. I looked very pale and I was very sleepy all I wanted to do was sleep.

"We have to go but Pattie, Jane and Cynthia will be here to look after you." Ritchie kissed my forehead as he headed out to do some recording.

"How do you feel?" Pattie said putting her hand on my forehead as she sat at the edge of my bed. Cynthia sat in the chair next to my bed and Jane sat in the chair across the big hospital room I was in.

"Tired." I said closing my eyes to yawn.

"You can sleep you know?" Cynthia smiled. "We don't mind."

"It's okay. I don't think I could sleep." I said shutting my eyes.

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When I woke up it was dark the only person in my room was Ritchie, he was asleep in the chair closest to my bed.

"Ritchie." I said quietly as I shook his arm.

"I'm sorry." He said getting up rubbing his eyes.

"It's okay. Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Home. You've been sleeping for about 10 hours." He laughed.