Against All Odds

Chapter 28

~Jess's POV~

"What is it?" Nash and Matt both say at the same time.

"Boys may I have a moment with Mrs. Hastings, alone?" the doctor asks.

They nod, both patting my leg before exiting the room.

"Doctor.. If it's bad, I think I -"

"Mrs, please calm down." He takes a seat on one of the stools.

I take a deep breath, clutching the huge bruise that lines my stomach.

God what is it.

Cancer? Am I dying?

"Okay. Well the attacker got you good, you aren't dying or anything. The bruise will go away. But there's just one thing.."

"What is it?" I ask, my hands trembling.

"I am very sorry to say that this attack has made it impossible for you to have any more children."

"Your lying"

The words leave a sour taste in my mouth. It's all I could say, atleast the only appropriate thing.

"I am very sorry Jessica.. There's always adopting I-"

"Why did you do it?"

"Excuse me?"

"Become one of these doctors. To tell people news they dread to hear?"

He gives me a shy smile, and puts down his clip board, rising from the stool.

"Mrs. Hastings, believe me. I hate having to give horrible news. But when I'm not doing that, I'm curing someone. Or telling them they are going to be parents. I do it for the happy times, and I try to forget the sad." He says opening the door a crack.

I get up, flinching as his jacket brushes my arm.

"Atleast you can forget these things. I have I live with it forever." I step out into the hall, not wanting to deal with him any longer.

The boys wait outside and I go to find them, freezing when Nash touches my shoulder.

"Sorry." He whispers.

At this point.. I can't even cry.. I've been crying for so long, nothing will come out.

"So what is it?" Cam asks, pulling out his car keys.

I can tell he's avoiding eye contact, ever since the attack he's been scared that I'll see him in the attacker because of when he punched me. But I definitely don't.

"I-i-" I can't even get the words out.

"She doesn't have to tell us right now.. " Matt half smiles at me, "Give her time"

I nod my head, getting in the car.

The drive back to the hotels short, just in time for Magcon to start.

I'm definitely not excited for that.

I go up to my room, carefully peeling off my clothes to put on new ones, I put on a pair of light washed, loose, high waisted shorts, so that my bruise is protected by something. Just throwing a short sleeved Miami Heat shirt over them. I put on my black vans and step Infront of the mirror, wanting to gag.

My lip quivers, and I get that heavy feeling in my head and chest.

The one wear you want to cry, but you just cant.

My legs are bruised up the sides, and my arms are covered too. But my face... It's just disgusting..

I sit at the foot of my bed, staring at my reflection in front of me.