Giving Him Her Everything (Markiplier x Neko Sister!Pie)

Chapter 10: Coping

(Rose's POV)

I saw Thomas and Mark finally come back in, both with tear stained faces. What was going on? The doctor calls him out and then he runs halfway across the hospital.

"Baby? What's going on," I asked, concerned.

He couldn't even answer. Thomas took a piece of paper from him and handed it to me. I began to read.

"Miss Rose,
I regret to inform you that while we were conducting test during your coma that we stumbled upon something...
We didn't believe it at first until we did more tests on it. I'm sorry to tell you, but you have been diagnosed with:

CANCER.

To be specific, it is thyroid cancer. I'm so very sorry... If there is anything you need or if you have questions, ask Mark to come find me.

Nurse Kaitlynn"
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I couldn't fucking believe this. I had thyroid cancer? I began breaking down and crying. What sucked was that Felix came in with Ken a few minutes later. They were happy I was awake, but Felix was confused to why we were crying.

"What's going on here?" He asked. "Is this an annual cry fest or something?"

He then saw the paper on my hospital bed and picked it up.

"Vad i helvete?! Hur har du sköldkörtelcancer?! Jag kan inte tro det här..."

He put the paper back on my bed and left the room. Ken followed to comfort him. I guess he couldn't deal with it. Neither could I...
Mark hugged me tightly. I needed that. I began to wonder... What would happen if I lost my hair? What if I had to go to the hospital during school? The doctors say it'll be my hair, not fur. But I've missed quite a bit of school already, having to help Mark when he got hurt. Now we were seniors. I actually skipped a grade and got my eleventh grade credits. I was gonna graduate with him. But getting back on point... What was I gonna do?

One week later...

I was finally let go from the hospital. Just as school started. Mark had to help me almost everywhere, so we had to take all the same classes. He didn't mind. He just told me that he would be more than happy to spend the entire day with me at school.

This didn't bother me. What did was after the second month of school, I was brushing my hair. I had just gotten out of my forth chemotherapy treatment. But, I felt it getting slowly thinner as I brushed it. I looked at my brush to see a large clod of hair (no fur, thank God)!! But it was MY hair!! I looked in the mirror and noticed how thin it was.

"MARK!!!" I cried.

I heard him running up the stairs and heard him open the door. I was on my knees, crying. He looked at the brush, then at me. He had a good idea about what was happening.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he sniffled, beginning to cry as well. "But I promise, if anyone makes fun of you, I'll beat their ass..."

That weekend, being a three-day weekend, got worse. All of my hair was gone. I had to wear a beanie to hide it. My teachers understood. But what sucked was my first class. I had it with Kathleen. Journalism II...

"What's the hat for, Rose-y," she teased.
"Leave me alone, Kathleen," I sighed, trying to focus on my work.
"Answer me, then."
"It's none of your business. So leave me alone."
"If you won't tell me, I'll find out myself!"

Before me or Mark could stop her, she pulled off my beanie. My secret was exposed...

"You're bald!?" She laughed.

I began to cry. The entire class was laughing...

Then, Mark snatched the beanie and began yelling at her. The teacher couldn't even stop him.

"THERE'S A REASON!!!" He yelled. "BUT YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND, BEING THE BITCH YOU ARE!! SHE HAS CANCER, DAMMIT!!"

The entire class, including our teacher, gasped at what they just heard. Kathleen just stared at him.

"Exactly!!! Think next time before you open your mouth!!"

Mark took me into the hall and began to comfort me. Then I saw the principal, aka Kathleen's dad, coming towards us.

"Before you get onto me," Mark began. "You should know that the only reason I yelled at your daughter is because she's bullying and belittling my girlfriend."
"My daughter would never do that," Principal Johnson replied.
"Yes, she would. Go watch the camera if you don't believe me."

That's exactly what he did. But, after he came back, I felt my lungs begin to burn up.

"Mark..." I groaned. "I don't feel so good..."

He put his hand on my forehead, then decided to take me to the nurse. But, before we could get there, I felt like I was drowning. I whimpered loudly, instantly alerting Mark.
I was getting stiff, and Mark knew it. He called 911 and requested an ambulance. It was a good thing he did, because this was serious.

At the hospital...

After a couple of hours, I finally got an explanation. They said that my last chemo therapy session failed, thus making me sicker. Then, liquid began to fill up my lungs.
They also said I'll have to be hospitalized for two weeks or until I had enough strength to go back to school again. Mark said he'd get my work for that time, but I didn't want to be away from him. His brother, Thomas, said he'd stay with me until Mark could arrive. I guess I'll have to do that for now...