The Cube's Child | A Cube SMP Story

Not The Worse Thing - Part 24

We walked out of the the hospital and towards the carpark. The Scottish weather was continuing to not improve as rain lightly drizzled down one minute and bucketed it the next. The carpark smelt of petrol and the street lamps flickered as we left.

We got a quick McDonald's on the way back, the car in silence. Mum, was on the verge of tears in the passenger side, staring out the window as if the answer would be on one of the street signs. For the life of me, I couldn't read my dad's thoughts. He showed an expression that looked both angry and indifferent to what we'd just been told was to happen.

And I was sat in the backseat with everything on the McDonald's menu. I was having my ice cream first before it would melt while looking through edits of the Cube on Instagram. I knew what I said would shock them, but I said it anyway.

"It doesn't make a difference. I wouldn't have one if I was your son, would I?" I said eventually. (no, it's not what you're thinking that she's referring to)

"But you.... You could get hurt. Or bullied. And it would be the rest of your life."

"And it would have to be done eventually, so why not get it done now while I'm young and more likely to survive the surgery?"

"H and Will were right. They were right. We shouldn't have left you on your own."

"It would have happened to someone else. The Bayani's are lucky, that it's a friend and not someone who would have shut them down."

"But it had to be you! It just had to be! Now you have to go through with a surgery and run the risk of dying!" Dad bellowed suddenly. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and jerked the car violently.

"I don't have to get it but it would help support any damage done to my lungs. Do you not want me to get it?"

"Lil, we don't know what we're going to decide yet. And Graser stop getting angry at her. It is not anyone's fault."

He looked over at her sweetly smiling face and his expression softened and his driving became more fluid and comfortable. Mum turned around again and briefly looked down at the ring on her finger, an uncertain expression on her face.

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The wheelchair squeaked as I was rolled through the office entrance three weeks later. The surgery on my chest left me weak and mostly flat chested. It was an odd feeling but not bad. Most of the damage was repaired and I was on a steady recovery.

And it got extremely annoying to repeat this over and over to everyone, but I suppose you will want an explanation when your classmate falls down dead.

I began nodding off at the lunch table but it was wonderful to see everyone again. I could feel Jordan watching over me all day and nearing the end of the day I'd had enough, so i pulled him into an empty side corridor to talk.

"Lilac, we're going to be late for history."

"Say the lift got stuck and you were pushing me through crowds. The teachers can't tell me off for being currently disabled."

"Are you sure you should be in school so soon? I can tell you're tired, you barely stayed awake last period. I can get notes for you if you're worried abut exams." His voice was full of concern. 

"I needed out of the house. I need routine back. I needed to see you. Preferably without the watchful eye of parents."

His eyes widened and he became flushed at my slight attempt to... flirt? I giggled and smiled back at him. I really did need him in my life.

"Don't start falling for me now, we don't need you becoming love sick as well." he teased leaning up against the wall, arms folded, smirking down at me.

I chuckled slightly before replying, "I don't think that would be the worst thing in the world."

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This is soooooooooooooooooooo late but I think this is how I'm going to finish it. You're only going to need snippets not big long rambling scenes.

Sincerely,

           Skye