Troublemaker(Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 43

Ariel's POV:

I stared at the doctor in horror, not knowing how to react to the news that I've just received. "What?" I ask, my voice faint and almost unheard.

"I'm sorry, Ariel. It's true. That's why there is always pain in your back. Whenever you move, it's only straining the breaking bones more so than it already is." Dr. Chase explains and tears fall down my face.

"This can't be...this can't be." I cry, looking down at my hands as my vision blurs from all my tears. "I'm sorry. I wish that we could do more for you. There's only one option now." he says and I look up at him with fearful eyes.

"What is it?" I ask him nervously and he looks down at his clipboard, checking off a few things before looking at me with a serious look in his eyes.

"We can give you a spine transplant. It's a major surgery, one that could end up being fatal. We will replace your spine with a new one that isn't breaking. If we do that and you survive, the possibility of your recovery is 56 percent." he says and I take a deep breath.

"That's a big decision to make." I whisper and he nods his head. "I understand. I know that this isn't what you want to hear, but you have to tell your mother now. We need her approval if we are going to do this surgery." he says and I frown.

"What will happen to me if I don't have it?" I ask him curiously, wanting to know both of my options. Dr. Chase just takes a deep breath, obviously not liking what he was about to tell me.

"If you don't have the surgery, your spine will completely collapse within the next week and you will die of internal bleeding and the fact that your spine ruptured." he says to sum it up and a sob escapes my lips.

Either way I might die. If I don't have the surgery, I will be dead within a week. If I do have the surgery, I have a good chance that I will die during the transplant. It's 50/50 now. And it's all my choice.

"I'll give you some time to think about it. In the meantime-" he starts but I cut him off. "No. I...I want the surgery. I'd rather take the chance to live rather than sit here and die on my own when I could do something about it." I say firmly, wanting to sound strong. But the strong little façade I had up wasn't good enough, and I knew that Doctor Chase saw right through it, although he didn't question me about it.

"I'll leave it to you then. You need to tell your mother today so that we can sign off on it officially. I can schedule the surgery for tomorrow, so that you can have a day of rest and preparation." Dr. Chase says and I give him a grateful smile.

He leaves the room, opening it for Louis and my mother to come in. I quickly wipe my eyes, trying not to cry as I see them enter the room. My mother has a bright smile on her face and Louis is giving me a cautious smile, almost like the was being careful with me.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you?" my mother asks and I give her a small smile. "I'm doing okay, I guess." I say and she nods her head. "That's good. Oh, I'm so excited for you to get out. I can't wait for when you leave the hospital! How long will it be? Another two days or so?" my mother says excitedly and I feel dread swell up within me.

I have to tell her. She has to know. And...I have to tell Louis as well. He deserves to know the truth of the matter.

"Momma, about that..." I trail off, not sure where to start. "What is it?" she asks me and I gulp nervously. "I'm not leaving anytime soon." I whisper and both of them stare at me with blank expressions.

"What do you mean that you aren't leaving soon?" Louis asks me tensely and I take a shaky breath, praying that I wouldn't cry. Although I had a feeling that I would be in tears anyways.