•FADED• {Jason McCann} - wattys2017

Part 18: appointment

Song(s) for this chapter:
•tears and rain - James blunt.
•Writings on the wall- Sam smith

~Elena's  point of view~

I lay in bed, just staring at the pale white roof. My breathing is hitched, remembering what today is. Today I am to talk to a specialist about my leukaemia.

I'm stressed, no doubt. I'm worried, there's no hiding it. And I'm going to die, no point in lying.

As I deeply imagine about all the worst possible things that will be happening with this disease, and the treatment that will go along with it. Warm salty tears unexpectedly roll down my cheeks.

I quickly wipe them away and snap my eyes shut, pretending to sleep. As Jason stirs beside me.

"I've got you." He coos and snuggles in close to my small body. "I'll forever have you." He wraps his strong tattooed arm around my waist and plants a tender and gentle kiss to my forehead.

I breath in his scent and spoon into him. "You know we have an appointment today?" He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down along my spine.

"Yeah. I know." I mumble. "I don't want to leave my bed. It's cold outside, and I don't want to go to the hospital just to hear about how bad my leukaemia is. It's unfair."

"I know, Elena. Everything is unfair. Everything always will be. Let's go get some breakfast, go to the hospital. Then we can hang out and get your mind of everything. I promise, you're going to be fine." I nod my head and give him a tight squeeze, before sitting up in bed. I drape my legs off the edge of the bed and stretch.

As I take my first step, I fall ungratefully to the hard carpeted floor. "Elena!" Jason yells jumping across the bed and wrapping me in his strong protective arms. "Are you okay?" He exhales worried.

I shake my head 'no' and he helps sit me back on the bed. "I'll get your clothes, just lay down here okay. Don't move." I slowly nod my head, my bones ache and I feel so extremely dizzy and exhausted.

Jason scrambles around my room trying to find all my clothes. He goes into my closet and searches through it. "Ohh, this is cute. You think I could borrow it sometime?" He holds my light pink lacy bra to his chest.

"Sure, you want the matching panties too?" I joke, I try my very best to crack a small smile - for Jason's sake- I know he's trying to make me feel better. It's just so hard, I've been hit with a bad news bomb. And I don't think I will ever recover from its damages. I feel like the world around me is collapsing into tiny pieces. I feel like I'm dying, I really do. And I know that Jason is the only person to help me see the world at its perfectness. He's the one who will sew every part of me back to whole, he's the one who in the end will save me from myself.

"Actually I think I would really like that. But for now, you can wear them." He chuckles and takes out the matching bottom to my bra. He lays it on the end of the bed, and continues searching in my wardrobe.

"Ohhh, this is cute!" He takes out a pair of ripped white chinos. And throws them over to me. I catch them in my arms, and try my absolute best to keep in the groan that comes along with moving my arms.

I'm in sever pain.

He finished off my outfit, handing me a pair of pink converse and a black loose hooded jumper. He walks out of my room, after mentioning a million times that he will be waiting outside the door. Just in case anything happens.

Slowly and painfully, I get changed into the provided clothes Jason choose for me. I let out a light 'you can come in now' and Jason walks into the room, within that second.