Fading // m.e

forty five.

Ok, I’m sorry but the Q&A has been deleted bc I’m pissed [It’ll come back later – I promise]

So to that special commenter on the now deleted Q&A who posted their little tantrums, including: “can you not put a random q&a in the middle of the book? I want an update not this.”

Here’s my response: “can you not leave a random  rant in the middle of the comments? I wanted questions, not this. Hugs and kisses – k”

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Song of the chapter:

‘Let Me Sign’ – Robert Pattinson

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ANALISE’S POV

I heard the voices swirling inside my head as a pair of arms held me tightly, my head swaying in their lap as the room turned corners.

“I can’t believe th-”

“What if she doesn’t wake up?” A voice cried out, silence being the only response.

“That’s not going to happen. She can do this.”

I recognised the last voice to be my brother’s, feeling  his icy touch grab my hands, holding them against his cheek as he muttered a soft ‘Hang in there Ana’ against the back of my hand.

I lay there, my whole body feeling paralysed. I desperately tried to open my eyes, but felt as if they were being forced shut. Parting my lips slightly, I felt they were dry and numb as a gasp fell out of my companion’s mouths.

“Analise – c-can you hear me?” Was that Matt? I needed him right now – but at the same time I needed him to stay away from me. He couldn’t see me like this.

“Nash?” I whispered, a hand brushing the hair out of my face and slowly raising me up, supporting my back with their hold.

“Oh my God, y-youre fine?” He gushed all at once, taking me in his arms, my eyes gradually adjusting.

“What’s happ- where am I?” I asked, not able to comprehend all that was going on. “Nash – wh?- I don’t-”

“Shh, it’s okay.” I realised it was Cameron who was talking to me as he placed a light grip on my shoulder, squeezing it in form of comfort but only making the pain worse; the numbess fading off.

“We’re going to make everything better.”

. . .

I went through the usual; they took me into the pale white room that spelled strongly of disinfectant, making the nausea increase.

I changed from my sweaty clothes into a loose medical gown and they sat me through a biopsy, and CT scan, and finally rested me back onto the hard hospital bed.

“I’ll be right back okay? I just have to-” the doctor spoke to me, flashing off a small crinkle-eyed smile while doing so.

“No – I mean, what’s happening? I- please I don’t understand.” I begged, as I brushed my hair back out of my face n agitation. I was sick of everyone talking to Nash, and never knowing what was happening inside my own body. It was fricken ridiculous.

“Very well.” He sighed, sliding his glasses that dangled by a neck-string back on, flicking through his papers and pulling out the last two sheets and setting everything down before taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. “Let me just say, that you are suffering quite the extreme of symptoms, and in one go – I must say the bruising and  tiredness are common, but this-” He paused, pointing to my whole body with his index finger.