Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 2

The school day was a haze. Especially when all you can think of is the future and what cancer could possibly be like.

I walk through the hallway to my locker. It was dismissal. I don't get to go home though. I have to go to chemotherapy.

"Quinn!" Someone calls from down the hall. I stop and turn. Jason. No! I turn back and walk faster to my locker. "Quinn! Wait up!"

I reach my locker and turn the combination nob. No use. "Quinn, I heard your not going to the movies. Why not?" Jason asks, leaning on the locker next to mine. Stupid locker. I think, trying to get it open.

"I-i am grounded." I avoid looking at him. I feel his big, beautiful brown eyes stare at me as I struggle with my locker.

"Such a funny joke, Quinn. I know your mom. Tell me the real reason." He booms. Damn you locker. I rest my forehead on my still closed locker. I can't tell him the real reason. I don't want him to know. I can't let him know.

"Quinn! Tell me!" Jason grabs me by the shoulders and makes me face him. "Tell me." He says softly. Don't crack. "Quinn, please tell me. I won't tell anyone. I promise." He holds out his pinky. My head drops and I look at my feet.

"Jason. Its serious." I mutter.

"Okay. Tell me!" He still holds my shoulders. Don't cry. Do. Not. Cry. A single tear drops from my eyes.

"Marissa told you I went in for my doctors appointment yeah?" He nods. "Well, the doctor said my results are positive. He said I have a rare type of leukemia and my lungs are giving up on me. Today after school is my first chemotherapy treatment. That's why I can't come."

I look at him. A painful expression spreads his face. I'm so freaking weak. I turn back to my locker without any expression on my face and try to open it again. No words come from his mouth. I hit my locker lightly from frustration.

"Here." Jason mutters and turns the nob to 0 and hits it hard. It pops right open. A smile spreads across my face.

"Thanks, Jason." I grab my binder and book bag. I turn to him after shutting the locker.

"What time is it?"

"2:40." He says.

"Crap! I have to get to chemotherapy!"

"Is your mom taking you?" He asks.

"No, I'm walking to the hospital." I tell him as we walk down the hallway.

"The hell, Quinn! I am driving you! I will not let you walk." a smile appears on my face.

The car ride was full of Jason's horrible singing to the radio. He was trying to make me feel better. Surprisingly he was taking it well. We pull up to the hospital and he stops in front of it. He turns to me. I don't turn to him. All I do is rest my hands on my knees and stare ahead.

"Are you nervous?" He speaks. I nod. "Do you want me to come inside?"

"It's okay, Jason." I mutter. I turn to him.

"Your so beautiful." He says softly. I wrap my arms around him tight and hug him till I absolutely have to let go.

"Name?" The obnoxious lady at the front booth in the cancer section of the hospital asks.

"Quinn Golden."

"Okay. Go to room 129. Would you like an nurse to take you?" I nod. "Christy. Take Quinn to room 129 for chemotherapy and hook her up." A blonde lady comes from out behind the desk and leads me to a bigish room. Many chairs sit along the wall next to machines.

"Sit here." I sit in a soft chair. She grabs my arm and sticks a tube in it. She grabs a small pouch and hooks it to the machine and turns it on. "Okay, Quinn. Just relax. Don't move. You can watch TV and hit this button if you need anything." She leaves the room.

My phone buzzes. 1 New Message From Jason

Jason: how's treatment

Me: fine..I guess. It's super cold

Jason: i wish I could help

Me: it's okay

Jason: your going to be okay Quinn

Me: i hope so

Jason: you will

Our conversation continues for 30 more minutes before I am joined by a scrawny 13 year old with the same condition as me except his lungs aren't giving out. His name's Connor.

We talk for about an hour before I fall asleep.