♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Down Days Of Cancer

Kirsty's POV:
Cancer, it doesn't discriminate, it's just there. Some can fight it, some lose the battle. And for Jack the battle had only just begun, he was diagnosed with Leukaemia not too long ago after a history of infection and fever, bruising and losing weight. It was very hard news for the both of us to hear, Jack was so scared and so vulnerable. I felt so bad for him, I can only imagine how he must feel, he didn't deserve this. No one deserves it. He started his first course of chemotherapy a while back, it wasn't a pleasant experience for either of us, especially Jack. He absolutely hated it, it made him feel really sick and since then he's been scared to go back for another course of treatment. Also, he's been very insecure of his hair loss. He's constantly wearing beanies and hoodies, often together to hide his head. He shouldn't have to feel like this at all.

Tomorrow Jack had another round of chemotherapy, he would need to stay in the hospital for quite a long time as they were giving him a strong dose this time and would be very likely to catch an infection. I was in the bathroom having just gone to the toilet, I was making sure I thoroughly washed my hands, I had to make sure I didn't spread any infection to keep Jack safe as his immune system was very weak. He should be packing his backpack ready to go tomorrow, I dried my hands on a paper towel before going to the bedroom to check on him. It was not the site I expected to see, Jack was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed crying his eyes out. His body shook with every sob.

"Aww Jackie, what's the matter?" I asked as I sat down on the side of the bed, I pulled his head into my lap and rubbed circles on his back to try and calm him down.

"I-I d-don't w-wanna g-go!" He cried sadly, it broke my heart to see him so scared. I pulled him up into my lap and cradled him in my arms like a baby. I noticed him holding his stomach as he cried.

"Sweetheart, you need to calm down. You're going to make yourself sick." I said, I slipped my hand under his hoodie and gently rubbed his tummy to help settle him. He clutched onto my hoodie tightly and uncomfortably shifted around.

"Butterflies?" I asked him, he's been like this before when he gets butterflies so bad they hurt. A tummy rub normally helps.

"Everything's going to be alright, Jack. I know it's not nice but it has to be done so you can get better." I told him in a calm tone to mask my nerves, obviously I was nervous for him. Every single day I worry about his condition worsening, if he gets poorly or if I'll wake up one day and find him dead. I can't bare it.

"I-I'm s-scared!" He sobbed quietly, I held him tight to my chest.

"Sh-sh-sh, I know you're scared Munchkin. But soon it will be all over, you have to go through the pain if you want the reward. I just want my Jack back, I hate seeing you like this." I told him, I was on the verge of tears myself. I was scared to but I had to try and put on a brave face for Jack, he needs me now more than ever. I wasn't going to let him down. Jack cried himself to sleep on my lap, I got him tucked into bed and I got down on my knees and packed his bag for him. I already packed mine. I packed Jack's favourite blankie, the teddy bear I bought him from his first course of chemotherapy and some comfy clothes for him to wear. He was going to be at the hospital for possibly a couple of weeks, I made sure he was prepared. I snuggled down next to my brave little soldier, feeling his arm wrap round my waist as I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I made Jack some breakfast before we had to go to the hospital. They want him to still try and eat normally through the treatment, but before he should eat something high in fiber. I made him some whole wheat toast and a bit of fruit, Jack's appetite hasn't exactly been the same since having chemotherapy and especially before his treatment he doesn't want any food because he knows he will likely throw up. Jack sat at the table with his head in his hands, he wasn't a happy bunny. I put his toast in front of him and a small plate of apple slices, Granny Smith's. I leaned over him and kissed his head, covered by his hoodie.