•FADED• {Jason McCann} - wattys2017

Part 17: tea, tears and anxiety.

Song for this chapter: Mariah Carey- I'll be there
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~Elena's point of view~
Time: 7:30pm

Jason, Jason, Jason. He is so perfectly perfect. Not one flaw on his face, not one wrong word comes out from his mouth. He is just a perfect person.

We lay in bed, we spent all day in my bed watching movies. Although my mum told me to call her once the results were in. The news is something you can't say over the phone.

Jason lays asleep next to me. He lays back down face up. I stare at his perfect face. He has a slight red mark on his face from where he leaned on his hand, his hair is also a bit messy. And his usual sexy face is a cute sleeping one.

As we lay in bed, I stare at Jason while he sleeps. Creepy, but I don't care.

My mum walks into my room. She looks over at Jason and stops the words that she was going to speak.

"Results?" She mouths to me. I nod to her and wave her out off my bedroom. Once she has left I look over at Jason, mentally debating with myself if I should wake him or not.

"Jason." I whisper and shake his arm.

"Yeah?" He mumbles and slowly opens his beautiful honey coloured eyes.

"Mum is back, she wants to know the results." I say just above a whisper.

"Yeah." He rolls over and does a small stretch.

"You still want me with you?" He asks and stands up.

"Yes." I mumble. He nods his head and takes my hand in his.

We walk downstairs together hand in hand and walk into the lunchroom. My mum sits on the couch, a hot mug of tea in her hands.

Jason and I both take a seat on the lounge, next to each other.

"So, results?" Mum says, a smile on her face.

"Actually, mum. The results aren't good." I hiccup, as tears start to fall from my eyes. Jason notices me breaking and wraps his left arm around my body and pulls me close into him.

"Honey, what's the matter?" Mum asks, she places her cup on the coffee table and lays her hand in mine.

"Mum, I-I I have. Mum I have leukemia." I cry. I never in my life thought I would have to say this, especially to my mother.

"W-what?" She stutters as tears start to fall from her eyes. She jumps from her seat and hugs me tightly. We both cry in each other's arms as we slowly slide from the couch and fall onto the ground.

"Honey, it will all be okay, I promise." She cries and wipes away my tears.

"T-tomorrow, 12:30, I have an appointment to talk to a specialist. A-and on Monday I will be going to the hospital." I cry.

"For chemo therapy?"

"Yes."

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After spilling the sad news to my mother, she made Jason and I a hot cup of tea. Were we all sat in the lounge room telling each other that everything will turn out perfect.

But will it?

My chest it pains, I feel like I'm going to faint. I feel like I've been hit by a wave of dizziness. I think my anxiety is coming back.

I can't breath.

I feel like I'm over heating.

"Hey, you okay?" Jason asks me, he places his hand on my thigh for comfort.