Newt imagines 2

I tried so hard, and yet I failed -pt6

The surgery went well, I waved and hugged my family plus Newt goodbye before I went in. There was a minor fuck up on the coming out bit - they were in the wrong recovery ward so I woke up alone. Although they did come back in time to see me literally projectile vomit all over the hospital bed. The first couple of days - when I was in hospital - was great mainly because of the morphine. The doctor even took a picture of the tumour to show me. It looked suprisingly innocent, just like a lump of flesh covered in blood.
Only when I got home did the pain start to kick in.
"Mum! Can I have some water?" I yell, from where I am laid on the sofa. My mum rushed over with a glass, using her hand to lift up my head and help me drink.
"You alright sweetie? You want another blanket?"
I nodded and she left.
My father who was sat in the kitchen glared at me. "Stop using her y/n."
I roll my eyes. "I can't move dad how else am I meant to eat or drink?"
"By not playing the cancer card on your mother..... you are stronger than you think, you can get your own water."
"But it's my leg that hurts!" I complain. My dad always did this, when I was on chemo and now that I'm on bed rest.

The next day I was down stairs on the sofa - my new bed seeing as I couldn't walk upstairs. "Mum!" I shout, bored out of my mind, and my lips dry. There was nothing, I knew they were upstairs on the phone to Mum's sister- my aunt - but they should have heard.
"Dad!" I shouted. Again nothing.
I groaned, a hand instantly latching onto my stomach as I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge I prepare myself to stand. My leg only hurt when I stood, it was like a dull, uncomfortable ache above my knee. I'm certain its just the pain from the stitches spreading down.
I pushed myself up and hobbled a couple steps forwards. Fuuuuck. This was excruciatingly painful. I collapsed my weight onto the wall, leaning on one leg. I managed to make it over to the sink and pour myself a glass when it became to much and I slid down to the floor, holding my head as I cursed myself. This was shit I couldn't even get to the sink and back.

I had been there for a good ten minutes, when Newt - very unexpectedly - walked in the kitchen, a bag on his back, he was midway through taking his jacket off. "What are you doing on the floor?" He paused and stared quizically.
"Its comfortable." I say sarcastically. "I came to get a glass and got out of breath and sore."
"Lets get you back." Newt said putting his bag on the counter and looping one of my arms around me.
"Ouch." I whined as he hauled me to my feet. He helped me back over, lying me back down on the sofa, the place I spend all my time just watching endless TV. "Are you limping?" Newt asked, fetching his bag and taking a seat at the far end of the sofa. I propped myself up with a pillow, watching as he opened the bag of food.
"Diet coke?" I say displeased with him.
Newt laughed. "Yes, all this eating is making me fat." He pushed his belly out as far as possible and rubbed it. "My baby is due any day now."
We both laughed.
"How come your leg hurts?" Newt asked, his hand soothing up and down them.
"Its still got a lot of the membrane issues." I say sighing. They had gone everywhere else, but not there. It was weird and bloody painful. "But!" I clap my hands together. "Look at this." I peel my beanie off.
Newt gasped in delight. On top my head was a glorious layer of hairs. Nothing like how my hair used to be, its like a when a baby starts to grow hair but to me it meant the world. "Five weeks and its already coming back. Think what it will be like when I'm over with this! I'm going to have gorgeous hair Newt."
He laughed running his hand over the smooth baby hairs. "You've always had beautiful hair." He whispered, still amazed that I actually looked partically normal. "I heard it changes colour when it grows back."
"I hope it grows back purple." I joke, also running my hand over it, it was smooth, like skin with baby oil on. I liked stroking it, taking these 5 weeks off had been best decision of my life.
"Do you want to ice gingerbread men?" I ask. "My gran brought me one of those kits you get and I haven't done it yet."
Newt shrugged. "Yeah whatever you want to do love." He sighed and watched me. "Your beautiful you know that."
I blush, and hide my face into the blankets. "I hate you." That must have been the biggest lie I've ever said. I love him so much I think my heart will explode whenever I am around him. I can forget that I'm sick, that the chemo is running through me and that every day was living hell. "Go get the gingerbread men, Newt, and the icing. Don't forget a plate!" I yell the last part as he starts rummaging through the cupboards.