Hijacked.

Desolation

I walked into the hospital and immediately scrunched my nose. Hospitals made me feel sick and I could almost feel my breakfast coming back up my throat.

"You don't have to do this," I said holding back tears that were threatening to ruin my make-up.

"Stop saying that. I want to. Okay?" Dylan replied.

I squeezed his hand tighter and walked into the doctor's office with my dad on my right. He had promised to make it for every appointment, no matter what it took.

"I'm sorry but he has to wait outside," the doctor said while pointing at Dylan.

She had tight, light brown curls and hazel eyes which made her look less strict than she sounded. Dylan gave me a reassuring nod and walked outside.She looked up at me, smiled and then continued looking through my file.

"Have you been taking your anti-depressants?"

My dad tilted his head in my direction and gave me a confused look. I shot him a don't-even-ask look and turned back to the doctor and with as firm as a face I could put on said "I didn't need them. I don't need them."

"Due to the fact that you were-"

"-okay! Fine, I'll take them."

"That's better."

She winked and ordered me to step on the scale. After checking all other necessary things she continued to question me like I was in a courtroom.

"Surprisingly, you haven't lost any weight. You didn't report any pain and the cells haven't multiplied or spread. It might just have been a benign tumor. Of course, we will need to run some more tests."

"You mean no chemotherapy?! Thank you God! You're so good! Yay! Dad, did you hear that?!" I screamed.

"We aren't a hundred percent sure yet. But that's what it looks like. I still need you back in here on Monday. Don't stress yourself too much and remember to take these," she said as she handed me a bottle of pills.

I waved and told her I would be seeing her on Monday. I walked out relieved and like I deserved a prize for even making out of there without vomiting. I spotted Dylan and decided that he made up for the lack of a prize.

"You wouldn't believe it!!"

I received strange looks from people around me. Based on the fact that my heels and the attention they had drawn made people stare enough I reduced my voice to a whisper.

"Dylan. It might be benign. It might not be cancer."

"That's great. So are we still going to follow through with our plans?"

"Oh. The bucket list? We could so do that any time."

"Why wait? Why spend one more moment of my life not doing the things I love with the one I love?"

I brushed a strand of my blonde hair behind my ears, stared at the ground and felt my cheeks heat up. I was sure they matched my crimson blouse. I thought about how great being on a missions trip with Dylan will be. How wonderful the sun would feel against my skin would be in Barbados, the sharks around me when I go deep-sea diving in the Cayman Islands and the wind in my hair when I'm skydiving in Australia. But most of all helping little orphans while preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ in Nigeria.

"Mhhm mhhm." my dad coughed and snapped me out of my daydream in Dylan's arms. I snapped my head around in his direction and he looked less than pleased. "What did she want to say? Why did she place you on anti-depressants?" he asked.

I took a deep breath in and started.

"I...I..umm,"

I choked up before continuing.

"I..I will like to speak about it later. Please." I said trying to conceal my shaky hands which were firmly latched onto Dylan's back.

He pulled me away from Dylan bent over and stared into my eyes with a sense of desperation masked behind his poise. He reached to brush my hair behind my ear but I cringed before he made it. He recoiled and spoke with a soft but raspy voice.

"You're the one shutting me out now, I can't have that. Just tell me, did I cause it? When she left and I did too, did I push you to depression? Binge eating? Drunkenness? Cut-"

"-stop! Just stop, okay? 'She'? You can't even say her name. I wouldn't die if you say it. Say it. Katie! Katie!! Katie!!!" I screamed. "See I'm not dead. And hopefully I won't be dead in a couple of months due to this tumor...but back to what matters...it wasn't you. And I want to speak about this somewhere that isn't in here. I..just..need..time. And air, I need-"

--DYLAN'S POV--

Thud.

Annie was throwing a fit at the top of her lungs and she just fell. She dropped right there in front of her dad. Like a meteorite in the starry night falling out of her beautiful place. I ran towards her and before I could even touch her she was whisked away by medical personnel. Her skin was pale and her hand hung limp. As she lay there on the stretcher I couldn't help but think about our plans and dreams being taken away too. I finally thought all things were going well, and then this happened.

Beep beep.

"Emergency in room one. Calling Dr. Owens. Dr. Owens"

Dr. Owens was Annie's doctor and I saw her walking briskly down the hallway. I leaped off my chair and ran to meet her.

"Please. Let me in. For all I know this might be my last time seeing Annie. You need to let me in. Please?"

"You need to let me go so I can save her life," she said and continued down the hallway.

I sat in the lobby unable to eat, sleep or think. I was empty. I was not complete without Annie, even for those few hours. "What in the world happened" was all I could bring myself to say.

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A/N: Hello all! Author here (omg, calling myself an author :p lol) but anyways I'll like to hear your comments! What do you think is happening or is going to happen? What do you want to happen? Feedback is the only way this story can grow so vote and comment!

-Anjola x

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