My bad life turned good

13

Chapter thirteen

I woke up from my nap at around five. I looked around my room.

"Hey Abby," a voice said.

"Hey Steve," I said.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"A bit better," I said.

"That's good," he said.

"Thanks for everything," I said.

"You're welcome," he said.

"Did you happen to tell Daniel, Stephen, Kyle and Dan what happened to me?" I asked.

"Yes I did," he said.

"What did they say?" I asked.

"Well they were all shocked mostly Daniel and they all want you to get better," he said.

"Thanks for telling them," I said.

"You're welcome," he said.

"I want to get out of this bed and go downstairs," I said.

"I knew you would say that because your parents just got home about a half hour ago and wanted to talk to you," he said.

"Okay I guess I'll go talk to them now," I said.

"I'll take you downstairs," he said.

"Okay." I said. He picked me up in his arms and carried me downstairs. When we got downstairs he sat me down on the couch. My parents were already sitting in the family room waiting for me.

"Hey sweetie," they both said.

"Hey mom and dad," I said.

"So we were told by Steve that your cancer came back," my mom said.

"Yes it did," I said.

"Today right?" My dad asked.

"Yes today, when I came home from school with Steve we were about to start doing our homework when I started to cough and as time went on it started to get even worse," I said.

"How much more worse?" My mom asked.

"Real bad, to the point where I started to cough up blood," I said.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" She asked.

"I don't think I do today," I said.

"How are we going to know if it's getting worse or if it's getting better?" She asked.

"Can I answer that?" Steve asked.

"Yes you can," my mom said turning to Steve.

"Daniel and Stephen both think that it would be a good idea if I spent the night here to keep an eye on Abby to make sure if she's getting better or if she's getting worse," Steve answered.

"Yes you can spend the night that way you can keep an eye on Abby to make sure that she's okay," my parents both said.

"Thank you so much," Steve said.

"You're welcome." My parents said. When my parents were done talking with the two of us they left us alone that way we could talk with each other and they could go and get dinner ready, because Kyle and Dan were still over.

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*Later on that night*

"Steve," I said.

"What's wrong Abby?" He asked.

"I don't feel so great right now," I said.

"What hurts?" He asked.

"My stomach, head and my chest," I said.

"That's what was hurting earlier right?" He asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Come here." he said. I put my head on Steve's chest and closed my eyes and tried my best to fall back asleep. It didn't work. My chest started to hurt again, this time I screamed and that's when the tears started to fall.

"Shh Abby it's okay it's okay," Steve said.

"It hurts," I said.

"I know Abby I know." He said. About ten minutes later Daniel, Stephen and my parents were in my room by my side.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked.

"My head, my chest and my stomach all hurt," I said.

"Does anything else hurt?" Stephen asked.

"Unless you count feeling cold as something else hurting then no," I said.

"Steve does she have a fever?" My dad asked. As soon as my dad asked Steve that question, Steve put the back of his hand on my forehead to check.

"Yes I would say that she does," he said.

"Has she had any wired coughing fits tonight?" My mom asked.

"She coughed a little bit but I'm not sure if she coughed up any blood like she did earlier," he said.

"Should we turn on the lights to see if she did?" My mom asked.

"That might be a good idea," he said. My mom turned on the light and looked at the bed and on the floor.

"Well the good news is that she didn't cough up any blood," my dad said as soon as my mom was done checking.

"Well that's a good thing," Stephen said.

"Yes it is, but we should likely take her to the hospital," my dad said.

"Okay," Stephen said.

"I'll go start up the van," Daniel said.

"I'll go get some water bottles," Stephen said.

"I'll go get some blankets," my mom said.

"And I'll go and finish getting ready that way we can go," my dad said.

"And I'll take Abby out to the van," Steve said.

"Okay." My dad said. Steve picked me up in his arms and carried me out to the van. We sat in the very back of the van that way Steve could keep an eye on me on the way to the hospital. From our house to the hospital it's about a ten minute drive. I haven't been to the hospital since I was treated for my burn and the time that I was punched and hit until I blacked out, I've hated hospitals ever since then. I would much rather avoid going to the hospital then having to go to the hospital, which was why when my cancer came back I really wasn't too happy because of it.