One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 25

                                                                 Niall's POV:

It's been 4 months since Juliet has been diagnosed with gastric cancer, had stomach cancer and started hard core chemotherapy.

Shes been going super strong. I thought as i held her hand, as she snored on her hospital bed with needles stuck in her forearm as always.

Ellie resumed going to school. She went back just a week ago, and Eli also resumed day care.

A tear slipped down my face. Was this all my fault? Did i cause her depression to have cancer? Of course it was all my fault.

I heard the door open, and i immideatly swiped my face with my hands and wiped the tears off, wiping them on my beige pants.

"Hi Niall."

I gave a weak smiled. "Hey doctor. Any important news?"

The doctor cringed, and scratched his neck, and the nurse looked down.

"WHAT?" I demanded, trying not to wake up Juliet.

He motioned me to the door.

I sighed, and staggered over, tired by the all the events so far.

"We're going to do a risky surgery to remove a big tumor in her stomach."

"She doesn't have a tumor." My voice weakened, briefly stating.

Doctor gulped, nodded, and handed me a folder with a sad look in his eye.

"We have the X-ray pictures. Clear tumor. But we can take it out. We've done it before."

I stared at the X-ray that made no sense to me. But i could see a smooth, sandpaper, bubbly and pink stomach, then a black and green ball of evil rolled in the side, sticking to her intestine.

I sighed. Why HER? And why ME and my kids too?

I wiped another tear when they weren't looking.

"She'll take the surgery."

"We didn't ask her yet th---"

"SHE'LL TAKE THE DARN SURGERY." I screamed in utter embarassment. But it had paid off. The doctor nodded, jotted a note, then walked off, letting me go back into the hospital bed, to see my sick, sick wife...

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                                                               Ellie's POV:

"I'll take a chocolate mocca." I said, handing over a 5 dollar bill. 

A warm hand melted over mine, and forcefully pulled my bill back, then gently placed another 5 on their.

I smiled at my boyfriend, Edward, and kissed him in approval.

Sure, i was broke anyways. have a celebrity dad whos manager went beserk and stole his money, then a mom who has cancer and cannot work.

"How is your mom?" Edward asking, flipping his curls back, and sipping from the mocca from one of the two straws stuck in it.

I sighed deeply, my heart hurting at the mention. "She's okay. Doing better then expected." I manged to slip a fake smile.

He nodded, and sipped from the mocca again. This conversation was awkard. Try talking about a touchy topic with your boyfriend.

"Does she have a pain-relieving medicine? Well a good one?" He asked.

"Ibuprofen." I scoffed. Why?

"We have some new samples of an amazing pain relieving product designed for cancer patients of every sort."

I rolled my eyes. "Well did you test it out yet?"

"Techincally no. We don't do animal testing."

"Okay, so you are going to use a potentially harmful product on my mother, that you've neve tested? Thanks for the advice."

"Not like...that. We can keep it in the labs longer, but we won't test it on animals." 

"How are you going to know its safe?"

"Chemicals."

I stood up, taking a last sip from the mocca. "Goodbye Edward. I don't date loser doctors like you who like to prescribe dangerous medication to my mom. Its my breakup call. Stay out of both my and my mother's life."

I stormed out, feeling all the eyes on me, from the overly loud words i had just spewed.

I guess i really had changed. I was getting meaner. i shut my eyes tighter, and dug through my purse, until i found a Kit-Kat, and started munching on it. Chocolate? Not only a girl's best friend but a stress reliever.