Newt imagines 2

I tried so hard, and yet i failed -pt4

After my three weeks I was back at home and that meant back to school - recommended by the occupational therapist to maintain as normal a lifestyle as possible. But it also meant time alone with Newt, which I had been overjoyed about - almost as excited about as spending a night in my own bed with no machines beeping every five minutes or so.
And the ulcers were gone! My life seemed to be looking up for a few days until I became septic:
We were at Newt's house for dinner, unfortunately I wasn't allowed upstairs, my mother having hardly seen me for a month got very needy and would insist on being in the same room as me, which meant Newt and I were stuck in their living room (their house being open plan), with my mother's nosy eye asking questions about every miniscule movement we made.
We decided in the end it was best to play call of duty on his xbox, our parents starting a discussion on how awful video games were for kids now.
I cocooned myself in a fluffy blanket and curled up in the corner of the sofa, weirdly I was unable to get warm but Newt's house was usually toasty warm... maybe his boiler broke, but then the fire was roaring away in the woodburner....
Newt smirked. "Best of three?" I nod getting my hands ready on the controller.
Newt beat me as ever, especially as I have been out of practice recently. At one point Newt took his top off. I raised an eyebrow, but newt just smirked cheekily. "You said you liked it.... Mum!" He shouted back into the kitchen. "Can we turn the fire down?"
"No." I say grabbing his hand. "Please leave it on."
Newt looked at me confused. "Are you cold?"
I shrugged. "A little."
Newt handed me another blanket clearly concerned. He even insisted on getting under the blanket with me, saying his sweaty body would heat me up.
"Thanks for that delightful information." I giggle lying my head on his chest. We tried to get back into tbe game but neither of us really felt it - I kept shutting my eyes, falling into a dream and he was enjoying having me cuddled up to him. He pulled my beanie off rubbing his hands over my scalp, giving me a small kiss. "I really miss you when your in hospital." He sighed, resting his head on mine, his breath tickling me. I shivered, I thought it was due to his touch but Newt looked even more conerned.
The parents called us to dinner.
"Oh Newt!" His mother cried, hitting him with the tea towel. "Put a top on you stupid boy." Newt winked at me and went back to grab his top.
"Y/n, dear." His mother said rushing to get bowls of steaming food ionto the table. "Sit here, I wasn't sure if you were up for eating solid food so i have soup if you would rather."
"Oh thank you, but this looks too yummy to pass on." I say sitting in my seat as direct. Newt came back curtly, his top on backwards, he sat beside me piling his plate up with food. My mum served mine up, judging what I would eat and how much. She sat on the other side of me, she seemed oblivious to the fact that I was shaking but I think she was just too happy that I was home.

"... its a weird pinky colour." I explain cutting up the cabbage. "Normally they put it in my chest but sometimes they put it in through my hand, once they let a junior do it and it took him four goes to get the needle in."
"You were very good." My father chuffed. "Didn't make a fuss at all."
I paused and gulp a rush of heat surging up my body. From my stomach upwards. "I'm so sorr..." I stuttered out grabbing onto the salad bowl before throwing up all my food. I wiped the liquid on the back of my hand, spitting out the foul taste. Everyone was on their feet in a panic. "Oh sweetie you look so pale." Newt's mother said rushing for her medical kit.
"Oh god! Is it your gut?" My mum kept questioning me like I knew why i had just thrown up.
"You feeling alright?" My father said resting a hand on my forehead. "She's burning up." He flashed up to Newt's father.
"Let's get her to the hospital." His father said. Both the men pulled me to my feet, my father picking me up - the ulcers having caused me to shed half my weight I was less than what most people weightlifted in the gym. Newt was on his feet grabbing a blanket to wrap me in. I was the only one who seemed to care that it was the hospital they were taking me to. "No please." I whined. "I'm fine. Don't take me back."
Turns out I was sceptic, they said it would be my first of many due to the chemo.

So that was how I ended up back in my small little room, my mother sleeping in the chair besides my bed and more drips being fed into me. The only good thing was I could at least eat actual food, so I spent almost all day eating, like a pig fattening up for the slaughterhouse. I was only in for half a week until I was labelled clear, then it was out with the antibiotics and in with the poison. Luckily a couple of people came to visit bringing games and stories but soon they died out as the exam season came around. Then I would spend weeks without a visitor, only my parents or hospital volunteers would be there to entertain me. I even made friends with the eleven year old with a bone tumour next door and we had nothing in common other than our hate for hospitals.

Newt didn't visit for well over a month.

I gave up texting anyone, because everyone turned their phones off for revising. I was constantly vomiting, and then I got ulcers again, life looked like it wanted me to jump out the one window our room had, and I would have if it wasn't was for the stupid child lock that only let it open a few inches.
Now and then I would get a text someone saying hi or talking about how they hate exams and wish they could die... I did get a little pissed off and fed up that none of them could be asked to come and visit me. A few of my friends haven't visited me once: Ellie and Izzy being some of the more obvious people I had expected to support me. Not run away! Even Newt's friends came in to visit me last cycle, and some of the teachers!
My phone buzzed, I picked it up - it was Newt asking for last minute help on chemistry revision. I just texting him telling him to come for a revision session here and went to sleep.

I was sitting with Billie the little kid next door with the bone tumour, we were sat in the communal kids room, he was watching me play mario kart - the other remote having lost its batteries.
"Can I have a go?" Billie asked.
I peeked over my shoulder to see if his parents were around, they weren't.
"No." I huff. "Life is unfair." I stick my tongue out at him.
He shrugged and looked at his drip, squeezing one of the see through tubes. "How come you've got more than me?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Because your going to live, and I'm going to die." I said crossing the line in second place. "This game is shit."
"Really? I always thought Mario kart was a classic."
I span round to see Newt dressed in his school blazer, bag on his shoulder. A laugh bursted out of me, I tried to get to my feet but Newt scooted around the sofa. "Don't get up on my accord." He whispered, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him so tight. "I haven't seen you in ages." I whispered, tearing up with joy.
Newt slumped his bag onto the floor and squeezed onto the sofa. "Yes well my parents said I had to revise." He hugged me again. "But I've missed you so much."
I hummed in agreement.

Newt looked at the grumpy boy next to me. "Do you want this?" He said holding up the Wii remote.
I growled at Newt, that was mine. I had been waiting ages to get that. Billie snatched the remote off Newt, joyful he finally got to play.
Newt pulled up my arm. "Come on, let's go somewhere else, I want to ask you something."
Newt held my elbow supporting me as we hobbled back to my room, my other hand clutching the drip rack. I leant against the wall halfway down the corridor. "Give me a second." I whisper out of breath.
Newt ran a hand over my jaw, telling me it was fine. I knew it wasn't, I was only four rooms away from the lounge area and I couldn't make it without resting.
Eventually we made it to my room, I had to sit in the chair and Newt sat on the bed opposite. "So I asked your parents..."
"You better not be proposing." I joke.
Newt laughed gently and told me to listen. "Your parents said you would be out of here by then... so I wondered if you wanted to go to the leavers prom with me?"
I frowned, my eyebrows (that had no hair) pulling down over my eyes. "But I haven't done my exams."
Newt shrugged. "Your still part of our year."
I looked up to my drip machines, watching the dilute pink drip into the tube, then into me. "Wait, so you want to go to prom with a bold, sick girl?"
Newt shook his head. "No, I want to go to prom with you."
I laugh, nodding my head frantically.
"Is that a yes?" Newt asked a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Yes." I giggle.
Newt and I celebrated with dominos pizza, that my mum had to smuggle in, because the new nurse on the ward was very anti people bringing in food. She tightened down on me, after I got septic for the second time. So I was normally stuck to the hospitals over boiled food, but not tonight!