You Took My Breath Away

Chapter Six

Friday, 10am

I wake up in a hospital bed, someone holding my hand crying. I look up and see Jason. "Hey princess." He says, his voice shaking. I put two fingers under his chin and make him look up. "Honey, im fine." I say with a weak smile, reassuring him i'll be okay. He looks back down and a tear falls down his face. He kisses my hand, stands up, and walks out. My eyes follow him as I see him opening the door to reveal the corridor outside. Doctors walk by, sick patients in wheelchairs, family members, so many people pass. I look around the room that smelt of sheets and soap. As I look around I see the shape is sort of rectangular. My bed is in the middle of the room, against the wall, the door is over in the corner, to the left. A window with blinds that reveals the corridor is beside the door, with a cabinet underneath. Lots of beeping machines either side of my bed. A large window with blackout curtains looking out across the carpark is covering a space on the wall to the right. A few chairs sit in the corner, and a twirly chair that sits beside my bed. Through the blinds in the window I see Jason talking to a doctor. They both look back at me with worried faces. Jason hasn't given me a look like that since his sister was diagnosed with diabetes. My heart starts to speed up, to calm myself down I think back to how I got here in the first place. I was at work, I was serving a customer, then... I can't remember what happened next. I just woke up here. I hear the door creak open, and voices following it. I snap back into focus. Its a doctor, he comes over to my bed with teary-eyed-Jason behind him. "Hi Carly, my name is Doctor Bruce, do you know why you're here?" I shake my head. He explains my accident and all the symptoms i've been having. "We ran a few tests when you got here. Wasn't easy but we got some answers." Jason holds my hand, his face red as a tomato. "Carly," the doctor says, looking away. He pauses and looks back into my eyes, his face full of worry. "What is it... doc?" I ask, my voice shaking. "The tests showed a lump in your lung. You have cancer." Jason turns and places his hands on the cabinet. I look down at my bed, staring at the sheets that cover my now cold body. A tear rolls down my face as I replay that situation. "You have cancer", "you have cancer", "cancer", "you". The words cloud my mind, I shake my head, tossing them away. I'm only in my mid twenties. "We have to keep you in hospital until you're stable enough to go home. Just get some rest." He gets up and hangs a clipboard to the end of my bed, then walks out. With Jason holding my hand, eyes full of tears, and me in total shock, I try have a nap.