As Everything Changes

Chapter 11

*Selena's POV*

I wake up early the next morning to the sound of whispers on the other side of the room. Rolling onto my side, I peek over towards John.

Sitting on the foot of his bed is Mr. Barnes. He has a serious expression across his face as he whispers. I also notice that he is showing John a clipboard of papers, pointing at certain things.

John flips his hair out of his eyes and runs his hands over his face. He looks upset yet angry at the same time.

"So you can't get it out by surgery?" John whispers just loud enough where I can make out his words.

"We could, although it would be quite dangerous," Dr. Barnes nods.

"But if I made it through the surgery I would be better," John asks although it's more of a statement.

"Er yes, but you need to understand that a mere 64% of people make it through this process."

"That's more than half, I can do this."

"We will discuss this with your mother before anything is carried out. Now you should go back to sleep and I have to go before we wake up Selena," Dr. Barnes nods his head in my direction and I snap my eyes shut.

I keep them closed until I here the door quietly shut. Then I open them slightly to see John staring at the ceiling.

What were they talking about? Is John getting worse? Is he going to die? What does he want the surgery for? Why would he risk his life for surgery that wouldn't make him better?

I'm tempted to ask him all of these questions but then he would know I was listening in on their conversation. In the end I decide to keep quiet and try to go back to sleep before everyone arrives.

Luckily, I do end up sleeping until ten o'clock. John is already awake watching tv. On the screen is a basketball game between two teams that I don't know. I've never been a sports fan.

"Morning!" I say cheerfully.

"Hey," John replies, eyes still glued to the screen.

I dot say anything since he obviously isn't planning to turn off the game to talk to me. It doesn't bother me at all, Jake was always the same way with his football games too.

Instead, I grab my phone from the table and check my Facebook.

Written all over my wall is 'Get well soon," or 'We miss you," or "keep fighting". One or two say something along, "OHMYGAWD Selena has cancer! She is like totally bald now!" Those bother me a little.

Next I check my Instagram. I have thousands of followers due to my dancing. A lot of my fans have also spammed 'Get Well' on my timeline. I smile great fully, I've always loved my fans.

I decide to take a picture and post it. I smile wide and stick my thumb up, as if to say that Im alright.

In the caption I write, 'Everything's going to be fine, Ill be back on the dance floor in the next few weeks! #lovemyfans #fighting #stayingstrong' then I click the post button.

Almost immediately people are commenting. Once again, my fans are amazing. I scroll through the comments and even reply to a few.

Finally, I get on Twitter. I check the trends and my eyes fill with happy tears when I see them.

On the top is #getwellSelenaTanners and #fightingforSelena. I read some of the tweets and start to cry. People all over the world are praying for my health.

"Hey, what's wrong?" John asks, his voice thick with sudden concern. I look up and see that the game just ended and now John has his full attention on me.