Abigail

Chapter twelve.

Chapter twelve.

A week later, I was sat on the sofa in my own home, watching Jeremy Kyle on the television. I must admit, I did cringe at nearly everybody that came on. I mean, come on, if you're going to go on national television, please at least have a wash.

In the kitchen stood mum, stirring soup that she had made on the stove. To the left of her stood Noah, who was watching whilst having a conversation. I wanted to go and help out but I was under strict orders to rest and not do too much - which translated to: do nothing all day everyday, to my parents. Who am I to complain though? It's amazing having someone wait on you hand and foot, although, it does get a bit boring and lonely at times.

Dad's still in the hospital but he'll be coming home tonight. After we've had dinner, mum is going to drive to the hospital and fetch him home, where he belongs. He also is under strict conditions to rest,bat least until he no longer feels exhausted after just walking down a corridor. I decided that I would keep myself to myself for the majority of the time, making sure that mum had less work to do. I didn't want to pile everything up on her and make her feel like she has to run around after me because she doesn't.

I made up with Noah a couple days ago, after we had a long chat about everything. I told him about my views on death whilst he told me what he went through everyday, living in fear that his sister could die at any moment. I kind of wished that I could make him not feel scared anymore - it wasn't a nice feeling.

As for Ashton, well, I have received numerous texts from him in the past week but I liked to ignore them and, or, delete them. I was supposed to he relaxing and taking it easy, and arguing with him definitely isn't on the cards. In a way, I do feel guilty for not hearing him out, but then he should feel guilty for bringing his problems into a hospital, right? Am I being selfish or cruel?

"Abby, do you want any soup?"

"No thanks."

"What've you eaten today?" Mum questioned.

"Nothing," I muttered.

"Do you want to get better or not?" She asked, hands on her hips.

I sighed loudly. "Yes."

"Then you need to eat."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But I only want a small portion, please."

But alas, when she brought me my soup with bread on the side, she had a full bowl (the biggest one she could find, too!) I didn't complain though. I kind of felt bad that everyone was going through a rough time because of my illness, so I wasn't about to purposely make it worse.

After dinner, I had a lie down on the sofa, watching television again. It wasn't long until dad came through the door, mum and Noah in tow.

"Daddy!" I cried, shooting up off the sofa.

"Abby!" He exclaimed, then frowned, looking me over. "Abby, lay back down. You're not well enough to be prancing around like that."

I rolled my eyes but did as I was told, anyway.

"Have you spoken to Ashton yet?" Mum asked, scrolling through her phone after helping dad to the armchair.

"No, why?"

"He's spammed me and your brother with numerous texts," she informed me, not looking up from her phone, "Says he loves and misses you and hopes you're doing okay. I really think you should give him a chance to explain, love."

"Mum," I groaned, "He had sex with that girl. It's obvious!"

"You're jumping to conclusions."

"I'm not! It was obvious - she said that she got rid of their problem," I whined.