That Special Girl (One Direction Adoption)[COMPLETED]

Hot Doctor (Chapter Twenty-Seven)

Caia P.O.V.

My mum dropped to her knees crying while I stood there shocked at his words. He can't have that. He almost died and that's what they tell us right away, no they couldn't say 'he isn't dead and is happily living his life' or have a nurse come out, then they tell us the good news and high-fived each other, then tell us the bad news.

(Note the sarcasm)

"This can't be true. Did he know about it before?" I asked trying not to scream at him.

"It is true but I don't know if he knew already or not. He hasn't been awake."

"Is he in a coma?"

"Thankfully not." He said with a straight face.

"You don't look too thankful." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm going to check on my other patients, so don't bother anyone else." He walked away shaking his head.

"No promises." I grumbled crossing my arms and sticking my tongue out.

I looked over at Niall to see him giving me a reassuring smile.

"Let's go see him." He said wrapping his arm around my waist. I nodded leaning into him.

We walked to my father's room and saw he was already awake.

"Gosh, finally somebody came in here. I was dying of boredom." He said rolling his eyes.

"Did you know you have cancer?" I asked getting straight to the point.

"Yup." He said popping the 'p'.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I screamed clenching my fists. Niall rubbed my back calming me down. I sighed laying my head on his shoulder.

"I didn't think it was important." He said motioning his hand in the air.

"You could die." I rubbed my temples pulling away from Niall.

"The key word is could." He smirked.

"Your so weird." I chuckled.

"Where do you think you get it from." He raised a brow making me chuckle.

He began pulling all the cords out of his body wincing at the pain.

"What are you doing?" I rushed to him moving his hands from the cords.

"We are going to have a wheelchair race, which includes Niall." He looked at Niall smirking.

Niall chuckled shaking his head.

"Sure." Niall shrugged.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked walking back to Niall.

"I have always wanted to do this." He said smiling like a little boy.

"Me too!" I grabbed his wheelchair and wheeled it to him. He got on easily.

"You two get a wheelchair." He pointed to the door.

"I'll get it!" Niall ran out the door and came back with two.

"Let's do this!" I pumped my fist in the air jumping up.

We all got on our own wheelchair and wheeled out of the room.

"Where are we going?" I asked putting my hands on the wheels.

"Whoever gets to the elevator first wins the race." My father answered.

"Ready. Set. Go." He yelled and we all began riding down the hall.