"Will Newman!" Barb's voice burst through room 315 before she even did. That lady's got some lungs. No pun intended.
"Will," Barb panted, trying to catch her breath. She held up a packet of papers. "Your tests came back."
A little birdie told me Stella was visiting St. Grace's today for her lung checkup. I got transferred back here last week. Barb insisted I take another stupid test to see if the Cevaflomalin drug trial was working. I had told her that I didn't want to be tested anymore, the drug wasn't gonna work. But after a week of nagging I caved.
I cough. "Oh really?"
"Will," Barb threw the packet at my chest. "There is no trace of B-Cepacia in your body. At all."
What? I skimmed through the packet. Barb was not joking. I had been diagnosed with B-Cepacia when I was 17. That was over a year ago. I had accepted that I was dying long before B-Cepacia took over my lungs. I thought the drug trial was such a joke. But this was news. I didn't see this coming.
"Excuse me?" I managed to get out.
"You heard me Will. You don't have B-Cepacia anymore. The drug trial worked."
I mentally raced through a list of things I could get to do. Hiking. Traveling the world! ANYTHING! I collapsed on the hospital bed. What could this mean for Stella and I? What would this mean for everyone else battling B-Cepacia?
"William," Barb smiled. " You're gonna get new lungs."
I thought death was the only answer for me. That hope wasn't something that I could keep. But now? I dared to hope.
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Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-
RomanceA sequel to Five Feet Apart. Continuation of the original story elaborating into Will's drug trial, Stella and Will's relationship, and their attempt to build a life together. The characters I own are any that are NOT in the original story, Five Fee...
