Red Velvet

Cotton Sweats & Warm Tears (Ch. 10)

Well. Luna Mae. You're fucked. I could tell by the painful look on his face. Something was terribly wrong. I knew my life would come to a stop. Every plan I had for the future was instantly crumbled and thrown into the trash. School? Gone. Dance? Gone. Tate? Gone but not completely.

Tate would never leave. I knew that he would hold my hand through it even though we didn't know much of each other. We were so attached. Things had moved so fast. Yet I was grateful because I know that even if the pavement was rough Tate would smooth it over for me no matter the difficulty.

If I had surgery dance would be gone. My one passion. The thing that held me together. Lord knows what I would do without dance. Go crazy that's for damn sure. Dance was always my way to get rid of mental pain. Or mend my burning heart. Well maybe its time to say goodbye.

And school. Where do I even start? School is my whole future. It determines my future. And I have to drop that until I heal.

A million thoughts rushed through my head within the 10 seconds it took him to walk into the room.

My life was soon to be a living hell.

"Luna?" He said sitting down on his rolling stool. He sat like a cliche doctor would slightly hunched over with his hands clasped together in his lap.

"Yes?" I said wiping tears from my eyes and fiddling with the rips on my cotton sweats. The tone of his voice and the look on his face gave it away.

Goodbye precious life.

"We did find something in the scan. I'm very sorry you have a intracranial solid neoplasm or... A brain tumor. The best way to fix this is to surgically remove it--" he said

"Anything. Anything to fix my baby" my mom interrupted. He lightly smiled.

"The soonest we can schedule the surgery for is in 3 days from now. But we recommend Luna stay at the hospital under medical supervision until we can operate on her" he said.

Great not only was my life ruined but I had to stay in the hospital for three days.

"If you choose not to have Luna stay then we will prescribe her medication." He said. My mother nodded at me. It was my decision

"I Would like to go home." I said.

Within a few hours I was in the comfort of my own bed again. My mom made made me take the pill. My head felt lighter and lighter and soon enough I was asleep.

I dreamt of the surgery. Every thing went wrong. I had always feared having surgery on my brain. Grey's Anatomy had always made me fear surgery.

Maybe everything could go wrong. Maybe it all could go right. Who knows. I put my fate into my doctors hands and hope they know what's best.