Make A Wish [Narry au] (slow updates)

[5] Niall

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A/N:  Sorry it's late:/

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Today's the day. I can't decide If I'm excited or if I want to cancel. Obviously I'm a little excited, but I've learned that not everything goes as its planned. I sat up straight in my bed when the doctor walked in, and my mum have me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"You'll be fine, Niall. He's just gonna ask for your wish." my mum said, trying and failing to calm me down. I nodded, acting like I was agreeing with her, when I obviously wasn't. There were  so many things that could go wrong.

What if I pass out while he's here, and he has to leave before I can tell him my wish? I'd imagine that he's a very busy man, considering he takes people's wishes and does all he can to make them come true. Kind of like a genie.

What if he thinks my wish is ridiculous and refuses to make it happen? What if he says its the stupidest thing he's ever heard and just walks out the door? He's my only chance to get this, and if he walks out that door, and doesn't accept the wish, there's no other way to get it. I told my mum that I was completely fine sitting in this room all day, alone except for when the doctors and nurses came in to check on me and give me my daily meals. They don't feed ya much when you've got cancer, not that you'd be able to eat that much anyways, with all the medication I'm given and stuff. I normally get soup and bread, sometimes fruit if I can stomach it. And on occasion, I get ice cream, or a sweet like a pastry or donut. 

I thought of all the reasons I wanted this, reasons that might convince him if he doesn't want to grant my wish. 'I haven't seen anyone else except family and doctors and nurses for the past couple of years. I've got a cellphone with only three contacts in it: mum, dad, and Greg. I think a fourth number would do me good. It'll be easy to grant, at least it should be. It's nothing extravagant. It gets kind of lonely in here with nothing to do and no one to talk to. The doctors only take my vitals and ask how I'm doing so I don't count those as real conversations. It'll make me happier, and the doctor said being happy makes you more healthy. I hope he wasn't lying when he said that.'  I counted off all the reasons one by one, wondering if it was enough or if I needed more. I think it's enough for now.

 The door opened with a click. Normally the doctor knocked to let us know he was coming in, but this time he just walked right in. I immediately looked down at my trembling hands, hiding them beneath the slide out tray that was over my bed. I didn't want him to think I was scared of him. He might just leave if he thought he was, and I don't want him walking out when I'm so close.  So close to getting what I've always wanted.

I was surprised when I saw the doctor. He didn't look like one. He was dressed in blue jeans, a gray hoodie that was zipped up halfway to reveal a black t-shirt, and nikes on his feet. He wasn't even wearing a name tag. Was this guy really a doctor? He didn't look older then me either, maybe a year at the most. He watched me for a while, before motioning my mum over. They walked out of the room together, shutting the door behind them so I couldn't hear what they were talking about. Is he not gonna ask for my wish?

It had been five minutes, and they were still outside. I sighed. How much trouble would I get in if I walked out into the hallway to speak with them? Would they even let me speak with them, or would they send me back into the room?

I decide to stay in my room, not wanting to risk anything. The doctors say that I need to stay in bed as much as possible and to not over exert myself.  I've been getting a lot of aches and pains lately, and the doctors have said that they're doing all they can to fix it. I hope they don't make me redo chemo, my hair has just gotten long enough to dye, and my mum is going to do that for me later. We got the doctors okay before doing it, of course. They're like the police, deciding what each person can and can't do.

I guess I fell asleep, because I awoke when the door opened again, this time showing a doctor in a white coat and nametag, and I immediately wondered what happened to the other guy. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember who looks like that.  This wasn't the doctor I had been waiting for though. Instead she was here to talk about what the options for my next round of treatment would be.

I ended up drifting in and out of asleep while she was in here, only catching bits and pieces of the conversation.

"Since its reoccurring liver cancer I think we should try... But that would mean we would have to... We found some in his thyroids... It's pretty expensive... Another option is radioactive therapy... It's cheaper... He'd be in a room any where from two to three weeks alone... Okay, I'll leave you to think about this."

My mum was pretty quite the whole time, bidding the doctor or with a goodbye. I kept my eyes closed, she needed a moment to herself. It must suck having a kid with cancer. I could die at anytime and my parents would be the ones effected by it.

"Hello, Greg? Can I talk to your father please? Yea? It's Niall he-" she walked out the door, blocking me from hearing the conversation. Another doctor walked in, and he say by my bed in the plastic chair.

"Hello Niall." He smiled and held out his hand for me to shake. I shakily picked up my opposite hand, meeting his in the middle. He shook my hand, and I did my best to smile back.

"I'm here to take your wish. I've also been informed to tell you what other patients have wished for in the past, but I think you know what you want, yea?" I nodded my head. This is it.

"So, Niall James Horan, what is your wish?"

"A friend."

"That's your wish?"

"Yes."

That was it.

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So sorry it's late! I've been super busy with dance, but now that recital is over, I should be able to post more often. It took me a while to write this, I wanted to make sure it was just right. What do you guys think?

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