On the Outside 2 ( A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction )

Chapter 29

Rachel's P.O.V.

I woke up in the morning feeling terrible. Not emotionally but physically. I managed to get out of Zayn's arms and put some clothes on. I glance at the clock and it reads 4:00 am. The pain increases as I start to sweat and slide my shoes on.

I walk down the steps, trying to stay as quite as possible. I don't want to wake anyone up, especially at this time of day and it's Christmas. I get the keys to Zayn's car and make my way to it. I climb in the driver's seat and begin to cry. The pain is killing me and it's excruciating.

I drive to the nearest hospital, hoping to find out what's wrong with me and how it can be fixed. Thoughts creep into my mind what the problem, but I push then away and grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. I fight through the pain as I pull into the parking lot of the hospital.

I climb out of the car and try to walk as fast as I can into the hospital. There is barely anyone here, which is good I guess. I go to the front desk and the women looks at me with a very concerned look.

"M'am, you don't look well." She says and analyzes my features.

"I don't feel well either. Could I please be checked out by a doctor."

"Sure, m'am. Right away." She comes out from behind the desk and walks me to a room. I sit down on the bed and await for the doctor to come in. He walks in with a few nurses and gives me a sympathetic look.

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After some examinations and MRIs, the doctor walks back in with a sad look on his face.

"Miss Woods, there is no easy way to put this." He frowns.

"Just say it, I can take it."

"You have stage 4, pancreatic cancer." He looks at his clipboard as I begin to cry.

"No, I can't... I can't have it."

"I'm sorry, Miss Woods. But is very severe and we don't know if any of our treatments will work."

"So I'm already dying." I say and he sighs.

"It's not really easy to tell right now. You don't have to stay in the hospital, but if it gets any worse, come in immediately. Don't hesitate." I nod and stand up. He hands me some pills just in case. I walk out to the car and climb in.

It's the same cancer that killed my mom. I'm going to die just like she did. I'm going to leave so many people behind and I'm not ready for that. My phone rings and the name on the screen make me want to cry. Zayn.

"Hey, babe. Where'd you go? I'm worried." His voice says through the phone.

I can't tell him. Not today. I can't ruin his Christmas with my disease. I can't do that to him, not yet.

"I just wanted to go for a drive."

"Okay, well hurry back. I'll make us a Christmas breakfast." I can hear his happiness.

"Okay, see ya soon." I hang up and cry into my hands.