About two hours into the chemo, Awsten felt dizzy. He was wrapped in a blanket, trying to focus on the blurry tv show he was watching. He whimpered quietly, feeling his stomach churn. "M-mom.." he mumbled, too quiet for anyone to hear. "Sick." His head dropped forwards and he started to drool, unable to control how it was dripping out of his mouth. "Momma.." he whispered again, slowly reaching out to tap on her shoulder.
"Jesus Christ, Awsten!" She gasped, staring at Awsten with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"
Everything felt slow in Awstens world. One of his eyelids were drooping and drool was flowing down his chin at a steady rate. "Sick," He grunted. He moved his hands to his tummy, clutching it with both his hands. His head lolled back and he turned it to the side, whimpering quietly as he stared at his mom. "Puke."
"You're gonna puke?" She grabbed the small bucket from under the bed. It had a white plastic bag wrapped in it, the same material that a puke bag was made out of.
Awsten took the bucket from her, looking down at the shiny white plastic. He mumbled something quietly, then hid his face in the bucket and threw up. He lifted his head up, watery puke coating his nose and cheek from the angle he threw up at. "M-momma.." he mumbled, reaching for a tissue.
"Oh, sweetie, I'll do it for you," she grabbed some tissues and gently wiped off Awstens face. She leant forward in her seat, rubbing Awstens back gently. "Do you feel a little better after getting that out?"
Awsten responded by chucking up his guts into the bucket. His tired body ached from the chemo and he still had another ten hours to go. Every single lump of whatever the fuck was in his puke made his throat burn, and he felt like he was about to pass out. "M-momma!" Awsten put the bucket in between his legs, rubbing his stomach quickly. He was in absolute agony. He wanted to curl up and die at the moment. "Make it stop hurting!" He looked over at her, holding back tears. "Hurts so bad!"
"It's alright," she stopped rubbing his back, vouching to rub his tiny tummy instead. "I'm here, bub. You just let it all out."
Awsten picked up the bucket again, holding it to his chin. He threw up into it, feeling his chest tighten at the sudden movements. He whined loudly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Awstens temperature was very hot but he felt very cold. Hence why he was wrapped in a billion blankets. "Yuckyuck!" His teeth started to chatter violently, which made his head hurt. He let go of the puke bucket, both hands going into his sweaty hair. "Ow- Ow-" hot, sharp bursts of pain traveled through his body. His hands and feet started to shake and his stomach convulsed. He threw up again, only just getting it into the bucket. He started to cry because this was absolutely excruciating. His body had never experienced pain this badly, and he broke his arm when he fell down a staircase one time. Now that hurt.
"Deep breaths, Awsten, you're okay-" she wrapped the blanket around him tighter. "Are you cold?" She stood up and pulled the shaky boy into her arms. "You're okay."
"M-momma!" Awsten cried. "It's hurting, make it stop, make it stop.." he wanted to rip the IV out. All of a sudden, just like how the pain came on, it stopped. His hands and feet went numb. Completely numb. His tummy stopped convulsing. His head still hurt and he was still shivering, and he was drowsy as fuck, but at least he wasn't hurting anymore. He whimpered quietly, wiping his face again. He wanted it to all stop. "I-I'm gonna go for a walk." He said, wanting to get out of this godforsaken room and find Dallon so he could make it stop. getting up out of bed. His toes still felt numb in his socks. He wiggled them a little, deciding to just walk. He didn't need toes anyways. He waddled off, holding his chemo stand for support. Everything in his body ached and he felt like his bones were grinding against each other with every step.
"Hey Awsten," Jack smiled, coming up from behind him. "You all good?"
"J-Just going for a walk." Awsten replied quietly.
"Alright buddy." Jack could tell Awsten wanted to be left alone. He walked off, leaving the boy standing in the hallway.
Awsten walked off again, holding onto his stomach with his free hand. He stayed silent, just listening to everything around him as he walked. Crying, serious talks, death.
What if Awsten died?
He shook the thought out of his head. He went over to what looked like a little balcony and opened the door, sitting on a chair that was in a corner. He looked through the safety bars, watching all the bustling cars and people walking down the streets. He saw a group of teenagers and started to get upset because that should be him. Awsten shouldn't be having Chemotherapy at seventeen. He should be doing dumb teenager stuff. He heard his phone buzz.
Mom: come back now, food is here.
Awsten got up, remembering the balcony spot he was. He liked it there. He walked back to the room and got back in his bed. He didn't want lunch at all but it would make everyone happy so he forced it down his throat, with his moms help because his hands were numb again. Barely even an hour later he puked it all back up, and the shooting pain ran through his body once again. His feet and hands went tingly and sore, and eventually he just couldn't feel them at all.
"Hey Awsten!" About ten minutes after Awstens random BTCP burst, a cheery Geoff came in. "A-are you okay?"
Awsten looked up and shook his head. "I need a hug, Geoff."
