Chapter 15

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by Rosie8822

by Rosie8822

I woke up the next morning feeling the same so climbed down my bunk the same pace as yesterday and threw up, again.

I walked down the stairs to my kitchen and found my mom cleaning up. "Mom, can I talk to you?" I asked a bit nervous. "Ya honey what is it" she said closing the cupboards and turning towards me. "Last night I threw up, and there was blood. What is that supposed to mean?" I asked already knowing the answer. Her face dropped and her mouth formed an "O" and she covered it and ran to the phone dialing my doctors office. "Yes Hello this is Tracy Elia, I need to bring my daughter in like... Right now!" My mum started panicking.

"Charlie go get changed!" My mum ordered me and I sprinted upstairs. I threw on some sweats and rushed back down stairs (outfit on my polyvore)
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My mom brought me in the office and nurses noticed my abrupt arrival and forced me on a bed and brought me in a room with a lot of needles and pills. I don't have a good feeling about this.
"Alright Charlie we're just going to take a little bit of blood, run it through some tests and we will get back to you as soon as possible. Everyone was ordered out of the room leaving me alone.

I sat there for a bit just processing everything that just happened. My breath suddenly caught in my throat and I started heaving. I was having a panic attack, and my puffer was in my room... No no no! I tried to scream for help but I couldn't i just sat on the bed huffing and buffing until it got so and I started thrashing around and banging on the walls to get the nurses attention. Nurses finally showed up with my puffer that I keep here and gave me it so I could take it and calm down. I finally got my breath back and started breathing normally again. I thanked the nurses and they left me here. What a great choice for a girl who just had a panic attack best nurse award goes to you Linda. I actually don't know her name I just came up one.

The doctor came back in with a tube of blood in his hand. "Charlotte I'm very sorry to tell you but you have stage 3 leukemia" he said with a frown. I didn't cry nor did I get sad. What I did was I smiled. I knew I would get through this. I will be the strong person I am and fight this sickness and power through the pain, and I will never, ever, give up. But the hard part is going to be breaking it to Carson.