Elixir

Chapter 9b - Getting Worse

The next morning my stomach hurt and I groaned in pain. The pain was sharp, like I was physically being stabbed in the stomach, not the dull, aching pain that you usually have when you have the flu.

I opened my eyes, just as I heard a rustling movement to my side. Katie. I let her sleep here last night, I had forgotten. I remembered my dream and a shiver went down my spine. I sat up.

My stomach hated the movement and protested with another sharp pain to my abdomen. I groaned again, this time louder. “What’s wrong Vi?” Katie mumbled, still half asleep. “Nothing, my stomach just hurts go back to bed.” I mumbled, still half asleep myself. But another sharp pain went through my stomach and I winced, clutching my stomach and making and “eek” noise.

Katie opened her eyes and looked at my face. Well, when I say looked, it was more like stared, eyes wide. “What? Is there something on my face?” I asked, confused. “MOM!” Katie yelled. Oh god. She’s freaking out, since I’ve  got cancer, everyone is treating me like a child, Im not going to drop dead if you turn your eyes away. I thought. I threw the blankets off of my face, just as the sharpest pain of all went through my stomach and I fell on the floor. “OW!” I yelped as my side hit the frame of the bed.

Then the nausea and the weakness hit. I felt weak and immensely tired, so much that I could barely move. I wanted to look in the mirror at my face, but I didn’t think that was going to be possible, because every time I tried to move, my stomach protested in immense pain.

“MOM!!!” Katie yelled, even louder than before. “What honey? Did you have a bad dream?” I heard her soft voice come through the doorway, not realizing yet what Katie was screaming about. Katie was still staring at me as my mom followed her gaze.

She gasped at the sight of me crumpled up on the floor, face contorted in pain. “Oh my god Violet, are you okay?” she asked in a hurried tone, rushing over to where I was hunched on the floor.

I began to realize that I wasn’t okay, very much not okay.

“What hurts?” She asked, her face worried and scared. “My stomach.” I groaned in reply. She put her hands on my face.

“Oh god Violet, your burning up and you’re so pale!!” She exclaimed. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

I barely had time to wonder where she went before she came back with her cell phone in her hand. “Hello? Yes, My name is Helen Acacia and my daughter Violet is…” Her voice trailed off in my mind as my thoughts traveled. She was calling the police? Was this police worthy? Was she overreacting? I didn’t know, but another sharp pain went through my stomach and my head went numb.

“Ow.” I mumbled halfheartedly. “Oh god…” I groaned. My stomach hurt now in the same way it had in class and in the classroom when I had fainted. Black spots danced across my vision once again. “Nooooo…” I whined. The sound of my mom talking to the police faded and my vision blurred as I became suspended once again in a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, I was in the same room of the hospital when I was first diagnosed. I let out a half hearted moan, as a sharp paint went through my stomach once again. Violet? I heard my moms voice ask. Violet! Katie yelled, standing up, from where she had been asleep in our mother’s arms. By the puffiness of her eyes, it seemed that she had been crying. My heart went out to her. Why did my cancer have to ruin everything? My parents seemed more distant than usual, and Katie, the feisty six year old who never cried, has cried more in the past few weeks, than she has in a whole year. I felt responsible that my family was falling apart. I sighed. The doctor walked in, just as my stomach grumbled ferociously. He laughed and asked “When was the last time you have eaten?” I racked my brain, trying to think. Lunch on Friday before the dance? That was the last time I could remember eating, and that was only the tiny portion of food that the school gives you. “Um, yesterday at lunch?” I replied, saying it as more of a question than a statement. “Well we need to get you some food”, the doctor replied. He was getting on my nerves. No really, I fought the urge to say, but held my tongue. I hated it when people treated me like a small child, especially since I got cancer.

“Well, we did some tests, and we don’t know what caused it, but your cancer has progressed substantially”. The doctor said, and added the last part grimly. Katie spoke up, the innocence of her mind saying exactly the thoughts I was too afraid to ask. “How long does she have?”.

“A month, maybe less”

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