Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 49

Alaska's POV

"Fuck!"

I grit my teeth in pain, throwing Conor's hoodie that I'd previously attempted to pick up into the corner of his bedroom. A wave of pain rolls over me as I straighten my back, gripping onto the wall to steady myself. 

I'm home alone seeing Conor's at a meeting and Jack has gone down to Brighton earlier to meet up with his friends before the whole Christmas celebrations start. I slowly sink down on the bed,  giving up on getting this room sorted with my back playing up like this.  

It had been an ongoing problem since I lived with my mum in Manchester, one night she'd just flipped and managed to severely damage the muscle tissue along my spine. Since then have I had problems with my back being weak and always risking to tear my old injury up again, something that I hope hasn't happened seeing I've got to drive down to Brighton with Conor later on tonight.

My phone lights up on the floor where I'd dropped it earlier, the name of my doctor clear on the screen. I'd gone in to have a screening a couple of weeks ago and I'd been waiting for this call for days now. He's most likely going to tell me the results and I just hope it's good news this time. 

"Hello?"

"Hi love, sorry to disturb you at this time of the year but I've got your results back and I thought that you probably wanted to know as soon as possible"

I sigh, rubbing my sore back as I hear him going through his papers on the other side. I'll have to force Conor into giving me a massage later cause I won't be able to sit in a car for almost two hours on end with my back hurting like this. 

"Alright, your bloodwork came back good, a bit high on white blood cells but that's normal, probably just a small infection that you're coping with"

"And the screening?"

He goes quiet and I can sense that it's going to be bad news already, I just know it. 

"I'm really sorry Alaska but it seems as if we've had a minor setback, there are signs of cancer cells outside the marked area of your body which means that it's spread to the surrounding tissue"

Tears start streaming down my cheeks after he's said that. I just can't believe it. Why me? It had gone so good until now, I'd responded well to the treatment and we'd thought we had it under control but apparently we were in the wrong the whole time.

"Am-am I going to die from this?"

I try my best to keep myself together, it's Christmas for fuck sake and I'm going down to Brighton. 

"Cancer is a serious disease Alaska but it's not over yet. People survive this illness and you can be one of them just as much as you could be unlucky. It's now up to your body to decide whether it's strong enough to fight"

Shaking my head do I dry my cheeks against the sleeve of my hoodie. How am I ever going to be able to tell Conor this? 

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"I'm home!"

I turn over in bed so that I'm facing the door, trying my best to plaster on a fake smile as Conor walks into the bedroom, throwing his rucksack down by his desk. 

"Why are you in bed, silly? We need to get going if we want to get down today, the traffic is terrible"

He stops as I don't answer, sinking down on the side of the bed, stroking my hair away from my face. 

"What's wrong love?"

I grab his hand for comfort, intertwining our fingers as I study his bitten nails. It was a habit of his and despite how much I try to get him to stop, are his nails always in a horrible state.