THOMAS'S P.O.V:
Today is my appointment for the Oncologist and I literally feel like shit... the pain that was an issue yesterday has become unbearable, literally. Dylan has had to carry me from his house, to the car, into the Oncologist's office, and onto the bench where we sat, waiting for the doctor to assist us. I lay now on the bench thing in a ball and in pain. I feel like I am slightly about to throw up so Dyl, being a prick, decided to get me the trash bin and sit it right under my head. Literally, I died. I couldn't even start laughing when I suddenly threw up into the trash.
"Goddammit I hate when you do that."
"What, help you so you don't puke on yourself?" He chuckled.
"No, when you become such a sarcastic prick, shit-" I vomited once again and then wiped the side of my mouth on Dylan's shirt. He swore at just the right time because the doctor, Dr. J. Wright, walked in.
"You boys havin' fun over 'ere?" He talked in a southern Drawl while laughing. He was this Lanky kind of guy who looked like Puberty did something totally right to him. His Adam's apple jutted out and he had a sharp, angular face. His eyes were a hazy blue that was often seen in blind people. His stance was tall but he looked like he'd break his wrists from doing any push ups. He had blonde hair and apparently dyeing your hair isn't completely frowned upon because the tips of his bangs were a light shade of aquamarine. It brightened his eyes considerably and I used all the strength in the world to not to get lost into them. I think Dyl caught me staring so he nudged my elbow.
"Huh...?" I muttered.
"I was asking on a scale of one to ten, how bad is your pain right now?"
"It was about a nine-point-five but now it's about an eight-point-five." As I said that, the bile rose into my throat and I vomited into the trash again. "Now, it's a ten."
"Okay, where is the most pain located?"
"In my lower rib cage and stomach but my whole body feels it." I wiped my lips against my sleeve and spit once more into the trash.
"Good, obviously not good for you but, you've given me a bit of a picture to what is wrong." He smirked at Dyl as Dyl rubbed my back slowly. "Would you ma'nd if I tra' to get and I.V in and do some other tests?"
"Don't think I have a choice but, I'll say yes just to give you the answer you want." I giggled. He got up and took out a needle, a piece of rubber to tie to my arm, and the tube for the I.V out of a drawer in the back of the room. He then walked over and set two I.V bags on the cart thing and hooked the tube and needle up to it. Then, he grabbed two things of alcohol pads and opened them. He rubbed one of them on my skin on my hand and used the other one to wipe the needle. He snapped latex free gloves onto both hands and grabbed the needle.
"You should feel a bit weird when the I.V solution goes into your veins, but it will subside after a few moments. I then will hook you up to a few other machines which will test your white blood cell count and see if it's gotten any lower than it already is, if that's so, we may have to find a donor to get you the ones you need. After that, I will run a test to see if there is any liquid in your lungs. If so, we'll put you on a low dosage of this drug called Phalanxifor to try to lower the amount of liquid in there and slow the cancer growth. Okay?"
"Yeah, I guess," I looked at my hand while he stretched the rubber around my wrist and felt for a vein. When he found it, he plunged the needle into my hand and let the rubber loosen on my wrist. He taped the I.V tube to my hand and let my arm lay flat. He started running the tests and I continuously got more and more tired. By the end of the tests, I'd actually fallen asleep and when they finished, they had to wake me up so we could wait for the results, just in case something went wrong, they like to have them tired just in case they have to do surgery and have them put to sleep. We waited for what seemed like hours when a few nurses and the Doctor came in, obviously in a rush.
"What happened?" Dyl asked, concerned at their panicked state.
"Thomas will be going into emergency surgery in an hour or so. The reason for his vomiting is he has liquid forming in his stomach coming from his lungs. His body is rejecting it but can't drain it because it's so weak. We will be putting you on an all day Chemotherapy that you will inject every morning and night. For now, we need him to lie down for a bit while we get the Anesthesia and Morphing drip ready. For now, we are going to contact your Insurance and find out if they will cover the cost. Then, we'll get you in." The boy nurse said, looking at us with a sympathetic stare. One of the other nurses, a female, looked at Dyl and I and glared at us. Hopefully she is not doing the surgery, she has the look of death trained in on us and she might just be able to kill me. I've now realized the heaviness of the situation and I couldn't help the few tears falling from my eyes. I looked over at Dylan, who fake-smiled in an attempt to not cry as well. We waited an hour and then the doctor came in with a needle and a stretcher.
"Here we go," The doctor said and I sat on the stretcher. He injected the two liquids and I slowly drifted off so they could cut me open.
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(A/N: HOLY SHIT IT TOOK ME, LIKE, THREE DAYS TO WRITE THIS!!! LONG CHAPTER WHOOHOO!! So, did I kill your feels yet? I'm pretty sure I did, this was hard for even me to write. Hope Ya'll liked it. show your appreciation by voting and dropping a comment to tell me how, in detail, I have officially ruined your day/night. LUV U ALL SO MUCH ^-^)
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