Chapter 24

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Autumn's POV

"Are you ok?" Jacob asks. I was woken up with the feeling that I was going to vomit. "Autumn, Answer me!" He yells. I look down at the bathroom floor, which unfortunately was now covered in my vomit. "Jacob, go get my mom," I say. He runs through the house and finds her. "Mom, Should vomit have blood in it?" I ask looking down at the blood. "No, Why?" She asks walking into the bathroom. "I just threw up blood," I say She looks at me with a look of worry. "Get your stuff, we're going to the ER," She says, running downstairs to put on her shoes and grab her purse and keys. I grab my headscarf, shoes, and jacket and walk down the stairs, using Jacob as support. "Autumn," He whispers holding me close. "I'll be fine," I say looking at him When we get there, we have to wait for what feels like forever. The doctor's tell me that they are going to take some tests to make sure that they can rule things out. One of those 'things' being stomach cancer. "Se's already going through one kind of cancer. Now you're telling me that it could be two?!" My mother yells at the nurse. "Mom calm down," I say looking at her. She apologizes and sits down. "It's not going to be stomach cancer," I say looking at her. She nods but her face was still uneasy looking. "Mom trust me," I say looking at her. A tear slides down her cheek. She gets up and excuses herself from the room. Jacob holds my hand. "Everything's going to be ok," He smiles. "I know," I smile. He looks at me weird for a second. "You're doing it again," I sigh. He looks at me confused. "You, like everyone else, is acting like I'm fragile like I'll break. I'm not fragile!" I yell, scaring myself and Jacob.  "I'm sorry," I whisper, getting up and walking into the bathroom. "Autumn, It's ok," He says leaning against the locked door. "No, it's not," I sigh. "what if I have stomach cancer. Two cancers at the same time? Can you even survive from that?" I groan. "You can survive anything," He sighs struggling to get the door open. I unlock it and look at him. "I'm not going to be able to survive this. There is no cure for cancer! And I don't think I want to be around much longer. I'm not a survivor. I give up," I whisper. 

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