Abigail

Chapter thirteen.

Chapter thirteen.

I awoke two days later. I asked plenty of questions of what was wrong but nobody wanted to answer me. I was just told to get some more rest and to sleep more. But that's not what I wanted. I wanted answers.

"Mum please," I begged, my voice hoarse.

She looked like she was in some kind of pain when she told me to go back to sleep again. I didn't want to rest - I'd done nothing but that. I wanted to get up but I was attached to all sorts of wires. I pushed myself up, slowly. I felt too weak to do anything but I had to if I was going to get answers.

"Honey, no. You need to lay back down, please," she stood up and started to try and help me.

I shrugged her off me and pressed the red button that would call the nurses in. A couple ran in.

"Is everything okay?"

I shook my head. "Can I read my file please? Or can I get some answers?"

"Answers about what, Abby? What would you like to know?" Demi asked me, checking my wires to make sure that everything was still in place.

"Why am I in the hospital? Why am I attached to wires? What's wrong with me?"

She pressed some buttons on the IV machine and changed the bag then pressed some more buttons. Once she'd done that, she checked my vitals over scribbling down notes on her clipboard. I watched her as she did so. "I'll have to get Dr. Malaki to come in and speak to you," she explained, "But he's currently in clinic with some patients at the moment. He won't be on the ward for another hour or so."

Mum shook her head. "We've agreed to-"

"To what, mum? To keep it a secret? I'm sixteen. I should have the right to choose whether or not I get told what is going on with my own life."

She started to speak but Demi interrupted. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid we have to respect Abigail's wishes," she put my file back at the end of the bed, "Dr Malaki will be with you shortly."

We waited in silence for the doctor to come. Neither of us had anything to say to each other. Noah was due to come up in roughly half an hour to take mum's place so that she could go home and keep an eye on dad. He was sorting through patient files, throwing himself back into work even though it was doctors orders that he didn't.

Soon enough, mum left and Noah sat next to my bed. Mum complained for a while before she did go though, because she wanted to be with me when I was told what the doctor had to say but so did Noah. And, because mum already knew, Noah thought he'd save her from the trouble. Yes because that's who I am - trouble.

"Abigail, hello."

My head shot up as Doctor Malaki walked into my room, placing his stethoscope around his neck. He put his pen behind his ear and closed my door, flicking the blinds down for privacy. Once he'd taken a seat, he began asking me questions about how I felt and how much pain I was in. I answered them as honestly as I could, looking towards Noah every now and again for reassurance. The doctor then checked me over, just as Demi had done not too long before, them he sat back down on the chair beside my bed.

"Okay, Abigail. Are you sure that you don't want your parents here?"

"Positive."

"Okay. Abigail, a couple of nights ago, you tripped over an uneven path. You went face first onto the pavement, hitting your head and your nose and the same time. Now, if you were healthy, you wouldn't have tripped - your cancer knocked you off balance. You had concussion and a nose bleed, and we also detected bleeding from the mouth. Then you were knocked unconscious. From what your results show me, you lost too much blood so we had to sort you out with a blood transfusion. Anyway," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What I'm trying to say is that the chemotherapy didn't work as well as we would have liked it to."