Antisocial [h.s]

[sixteen]

liam's POV

"Blake Cullen?" Harry and I stood up immediately and the man walked over. "Family?"

"I'm her cousin, Liam and that's her friend, Harry. How is she?" I said quickly and he nodded.

"Well, she's stabilized, but it looks like she had internal bleeding, her lungs were filling with fluid and blood and she had a fever. We're draining the fluid out but she'll have some blood loss and she'll feel a bit dizzy and tired but that's normal. We don't know the cause because we haven't done an MIR or PET scan yet,'' the doctor explained and I nodded.

"What do you think caused it?" Harry asked nervously and the doctor sighed.

"My best guess is tumor growth considering her history but we don't know for sure, we're waiting for the fluid to be drained for testing,'' he explained and I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Are we allowed to see her? Is she awake?" were my next questions as I fiddled with my fingers.

"It's usually family only in the ICU but seeing as it's only the two of you for now I'll allow it. She's drifting in and out of consciousness, but i'll lead you to her room.''

We thanked him and eagerly followed him through the corridor till we reached our destination, her door was open and I could see the machines around her, We thanked the doctor again before he left and we entered the room. I was full of nerves and worry and it felt like they were eating me alive. Blake was asleep from what I could see and Harry noticed before talking to me. "What's her history? How could she have a tumor?" he bombarded me, his voice slightly cracking, this lad's compassion will be the death of him someday.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "She really should be the one to tell you, Harry.''

"She probably won't tell me though, I'll take the blame, I won't let her get mad at you for telling me, just please,'' he begged and sat on the foot of her bed. "I have to know.''

"Okay, fine. When she was 8, she got sick, her heart was sick. The doctors found a tumor attached to her heart and it was cancerous, her heart was also basically made of cancer. It was rare to get heart cancer, at any age, and her heart cancer was unheard of. She's gotten all of the treatments, she's gotten tumors removed, she's been in remission plenty of times but she relapses and I guess this is another relapse. They've cut open her chest more times than I can count. She probably would've had a heart transplant by now if she weren't depressed, full of anxiety, hadn't had an eating disorder and gotten arrested."

To say Harry was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the century. He looked crushed. He turned his head over to look at Blake while she lay motionlessly on the bed, nubbins in her nostrils, a tube leading under the blanket to I assume her lungs to drain, she had a couple of heart monitors attached for extra precaution.

"How? Wh-why? Why did she lose her family and get cancer? What could she have done to deserve any of this? It's not fucking right, Liam. It's not fucking right!"

He rose from the bed and pulled at his hair, I decided to let him get his emotions out.

"She needs something good in her life! She needs one constant good thing in her life instead of one bad thing after another-"

"Shut up for a second!" I yelled as erratic beeping sounded and I looked at Blake as doctors rushed in.

I looked at her face and recognized her expression immediately.

"It's just a nightmare," I told her doctor before walking over and interlocking our fingers. "Blakey, wake up, babe," I pinched her wrist with my opposite hand and she squeaked, her eyes opening and the beeping slowed.