{not updated sorry}
* Cameron's POV *
I sit in this, old, tattered, gray chair. I hate this place more than any place. I always have. I always will.
The hospital.
I hold tight on Alia's hand, whom sits in another gray chair, that's not near as bad as mine. She has her gaze set on her shoes. An old pair of flip flops that I had quickly gotten for her from the closet in our room. She hadn't said another thing and I was terrified. I had to do something so I took her here. I look over at her. Her hair fell in her face so I tuck it behind her ear for her and kiss her cheek.
"You have to help me, I don't know what's wrong. Please." I whisper in her ear. She doesn't answer me. The door opens and a woman in her mid forties comes in. She looks at me first.
"Cameron?" She asks. I nod. "May I speak with you?" I nod again and stand up, and let go of Alia's hand. I look to her and mouth 'I will be right back'. She doesn't do anything but her once bright eyes just look up at me, almost pleading for help. I step out of the room and stand in the hallway with the doctor.
"So we did some blood tests and we found out something that you might not want to hear. Sit down, please." She calmly and empathetically says. I sit down in the chair next to me. She takes a sigh.
"So your girlfriend had a hallucination. That is why she was saying that someone tried to attack her. She was extremely dehydrated and dizzy because she is losing many I her white blood cells. It's a small case of lymphoma. " she says.
"Oh...what's that?" I almost whisper.
She lightly chuckles. "It's an illness that kills off your blood cells and we are going to do our best to help her. I already have some prescription meds for her. If it gets worse then we'll have to get her hospitalized." She explains. I bite my lip to hold back the tears brimming in my eyes. I nod.
"Thank you" I choke out.
"I'm sorry. Oh and There's one more thing."
"Yes?"
"There's a baby."
It hit me like a rock. A rock that would knock me out. I nodded as a signal for her to go on.
"And it's gonna be hard but we're gonna keep this baby safe and alive. The meds have been altered for the child. Good luck." She says and hands me a small booklet. "This your first?"
I nod.
"You'll want this." She nods and leaves me with a 'good day'.
Now I have to find a way to tell this to Alia. Oh great. I slowly open the door to the room and step inside. I stuff the booklet in my back pocket so she won't see it. I bend down in front of her, still sitting in a chair. I feel as if I am greeting a small, shy, child as I do this. She keeps looking at her shoes. Those raggedy old purple flip flops I picked.
"Lets go home, and then I can tell you what's up, okay?"
She nods and I pick her up, carrying her to the door. She shakes her head and I set her down, carefully. She walks ever so delicately next to me. I open the door and we begin to leave. I go up to the front desk and sign her out. The whole time Alia follows me like a lost puppy. We walk to the car, she leans against me for support. I open the passenger door and she weakly climbs in. I rush to the other side and start the car. As we begin the drive I can feel the exhaustion setting in. I need to sleep.
After a long silent ride we arrive home. I get her settled in her room and she begins to sleep peacefully in her bed. I smile at her beautiful face. She never has had the best time but I've tried so hard to keep her happy. I try to imagine her. Without hair. With a big belly. With our baby. I smile at the thought of our baby.
"So," a sudden voice whispers from the doorway. I jump a little and turn around to see Taylor leaning against the doorframe. I roll my eyes and push past him to my room. I yank off my shirt and throw it in my room. I'm left in a pair of sweatpants.
"What do you want?" I pull on a random beanie and grab my book.
"What happened?"
"She's sick. She has lymphoma. She'll be fine. Why do you care?"
"There's more than that and I know it. Something special." He runs a hand through his hair. I sigh.
"She's pregnant." I state. His jaw drops. He points at me.
"With y-your k-kid?" He stutters. I chuckle at his childishness and nod.
"Yeah,"
Before either of us can speak three people come running in and attack me with hugs and cheers. Matt, Nash, and Hayes. I shush them.
"Alias sleeping you idiots!" I exclaim, laughing.
"My best friends are having a kid." Nash says, pretending to tear up.
"They grow up so fast!" Hayes fake cries.
"Can I be the uncle?" Matt asks.
"Ask Alia." I answer.
My friends everybody. My friends. The best to ever exist.
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A/N: OMG IT'S BEEN FOREVER IM SO SORRY
School and cross country and my parents took away my iPod and I had writers block
Btw I am doing research on Lymphoma for the story
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