Another Little Infinity - A The Fault In Our Stars story

Chapter two

Chapter Two

As soon as I got home i ran straight to my room. I couldn't face my parents right now, and I knew if I saw them I would start crying again.

I threw myself down on my bed and just looked up at my ceiling. I wondered what Augustus would say if he were here.

I knew there was no way I was getting an abortion, no way in hell was I letting some weird doctor kill my baby, and I didn't think I could bare giving it up for adoption. I might not have to think about this at all though, was I really strong enough to survive giving birth? Or would the cancer kill me first? It could also kill my baby.

At this I sucked in a breath and placed a hand on my stomach. My baby. This little tiny thing growing inside me, that I would protect with my life, and I didn't even know existed until a few hours ago.

"Hazel?" My mom called, and I quickly checked my face in the mirror to make sure it didn't look like I had been crying.

"Yeah?"

"Amy's here to see you!" Mom yelled, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

Amy was a girl I had met at support group after Augustus's death. She was the first girl my age I had been able to tolerate, besides Kaitlyn. Amy had cancer when she was younger, but she's been NEC for two years. She went to support group because her parents thought she was having anxiety about the cancer coming back. Her parents were right.

Then suddenly, Amy burst through my door. She was a short girl, my age but she was a head shorter than me. She had long curly blonde hair, and beautiful green eyes.

"What's wrong?" Amy immediately asked, her smile fading when she saw me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to force a smile.

"You're a horrible liar sometimes," Amy raises an eyebrow at me, "did you take the test?"

"It was positive," I said quickly, but the shock of the words still hit me like a brick wall.

"Oh my god," Amy gasped, plopping down on the bed with me, "what do you need right now?" Amy was actually really amazing in hard situations, she knew just what to do and what to say.

"I need a doctor," I said, "I need to know if both me and this baby can live."

"You need to tell your mom," Amy said, "but you already know that."

"I know. I just don't want her to cry." I shrugged.

Amy squeezed my hand comfortingly, "it's now or never. You're right about the doctor thing, you need to make sure the baby is okay, and you need your mom to take you."

"Okay," I sighed, bracing myself, "will you come with me?"

"Of course," Amy smiled, and she helped me up. I dragged Phillip (my oxygen tank) out of my room and to the kitchen with me, pausing frequently to catch my breath.

When we got to the kitchen, I found both of my parents buzzing around to make supper.

"Hey Ames!" My dad greeted Amy. My parents were so thrilled when I made a friend after Gus died, that they practically adopted Amy.

"Hi," Amy waved at him.

"Mom, dad.... I have to tell you something," I started shakily, and Amy patted my arm to comfort me.

Both my parents put down their cooking utensils and looked at me suspiciously.

"Go ahead," my mom said in a tender voice, as if she knew I might start crying at any moment.

"So you know how I've been feeling sick lately and getting sick and stuff...." I trailed off, and both my parents nodded, "well Isaac and Amy thought I should take a pregnancy test, and I did. It came back positive. I'm pregnant."

Amy and I both held our breath.

"I-I-I-I......" My mom stuttered, and my dad's eyes filled with tears.

"This could kill you hazel!" My dad whispered.

"Oh my god," my mom added, "we have to get you to a doctor to figure out what to do about it."

"It?" I asked, my hand going to my stomach. "IT is my baby. I'm not the only one you have to care about here, you can't just kill it like it's an annoying insect or something, it's a baby. MY baby."

"Hazel, that's not what we-" my mom shook her head.

"No, it is! And the sick thing is, it's you're grandchild. Either way, I'm going to die, and this baby might actually have a chance at living, and I think that dying for my baby is a whole lot better of an option than dying of cancer." I yelled.

"Hazel," Amy warned, and I took a deep breath, trying to dim the fire of anger roaring inside me.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay sweetie," my mom said, coming over and engulfing me in a hug, I could feel the tears on her face.

"We wouldn't think for a second of killing this baby," my dad sobbed, "but you're still grounded."

"Okay," I laughed, and I felt like everything would be okay. Finally.

Boy, was I wrong.

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Hey guys!

Sorry I haven't updated this in awhile, but I was waiting for it to get more votes or comments.

Anyways, I know it's short but it had to happen and the next chapters will be longer... I hope;)

Comment if you actually read this author's note thing, I feel like these are pointless:/

Thanks for reading!

~purpleratflower