He paced around the room, running his fingers through his slightly lony, curly-ish hair, over and over again. It was the only thing he could due to avoid fretting himself to insanity.
It had been three hours, and Stella still wasn't picking up. Sawt had called her repeatedly. Stella was not the kind of person to avoid picking up; if she did miss your call, she'd make it a point to call you back within five minutes. It was a thing of hers.
Which is what made the current situation all the more scarier.
Sawt ran his fingers through the mess of his hair one more time, before calling her one more time. Except, this time, to his surprise, the person on the other end of the line picked up.
"Hello? Oh my god, Stella I was so worried, you have no ide-" Sawt was interrupted by a voice.
"Hello? Is this the family of Stella Anderson?" A polite, feminine voice asked. Except it wasn't Stella.
A bad feeling settled in his gut; something was not right.
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He broke about fourteen different speeding laws on his way to the hospital. As soon as the woman from the phone heard, "Stella" and, "hospital" in the same sentence., the rest of what she was saying faded to a blur. Sat raced to the hospital in his car, fear gripping his chest.
He swerved into the parking lot, raced out of the car, ran all the way to the front desk, and inquired for the room number and directions. He raced off almost before the nurse could finish speaking.
Upon finding the room, Sawt shook the handle of the door, only to find it locked. Of course.
He peered through the window, trying to catch a sight of Stella. As the sterile smell of the hospital started filling his senses, he analyzed the scene before him.
He could the white walls, the medical instruments mounted on the walls, the room itself looking so... un- Stella-like, he wanted to say.
Then, it took him a moment to recognize the figure lying on the hospital bed. The figure was pale and unconscious, dressed in a hospital blue patient gown: Stella.
He wanted so badly to be in there with her, to hold her hand, to do anything; he didn't even know what was going on, when he spotted a single word written in black Expo in the corner of the rooms whiteboard: LEUKEMIA.
He wanted to say he couldn't believe it, but deep down, maybe he coul. It came as a shock nonetheless. His mind was a blur of different snippets of memories and conversations: saying it was the tapioca to cover her cough, her easily running out of breath, the pallor of her skin the last time they had heir movie night- she knew. It hit him like a brick in the face: she knew. The look in her eyes, when they were talking about leaving their legacies, ske knew.
It didn't make it any easier when the doctor told him.
When the doctor told him, he didn't feel sadness. No, instead, it felt like all the sounds around him had become non-existent and the air had been sucked out of his lungs and his heartbeat could no longer be felt.
There was some semblance of the sound of a flatline somewhere in the background, but Sawt couldn't hear it. She was gone.
A/N: and that's a wrap guys! this was the last chapter, and i really enjoyed writing it. epilogue anyone?
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