The Wake Up Calls (Camren)

Chapter 1-

Camila-

I was sitting in a bland office. You would think that with the amount of time doctors must spend in their offices, they would have decorated just a little bit. You know with, like pictures and personal things...apparently not! The only thing hanging on the bland, white walls was two large certificates framed with a brown timber.

The doctor's words still rung in my ears...why?

I never thought that this would happen to me. My mind immediately jumped to trying to find reasons for why this is happening.

Was it because I get to spend everyday doing the thing I love?

Because I have finally found the four best friend's...no sister's that I thought could never be possible? Or is it just karma?

"Ms Cabello? Are you listening? You do understand the seriousness of your condiction?"

Really, how could I possibly not understand this! I opened my mouth to respond to the dark haired man, but it was like my brain had cut off any connection it had with my bocal chords.

How do I tell my family about this? That will be hard enough without having to tell the girls. They are counting on me to be 100% for this tour. I can't let them down...not again.

"Ms Cabello?" It was something about the doctors deep, husky voice that somehow snapped me back into reality.

"Yes. I understand everything you just said." I used a sort of sarcastic tone of voice.

"Ok. Now we need to start treatment as soon as possible. It's very vital." He opened the yellow folder that had been inbetween his fingertips, pulling out a bunch of paper sheets. "I'll need you or your guardians signature here and...here. This sheet of paperwork is just a concential form for the treatment." He slid the forms across the wooden desk along with a pen, which coincidentally had his name engraved into the side. 'Dr Michael Jameson'

I picked the pen up in my right hand, it lingered there for a few seconds. It's like I forgot how to sign my name. It's funny if you think about it, you would have thought I could sign my name from the amount of times I sign things for fans each day, but no.

My hand shook slightly as the tip of the pen touched the paper. I scribbled the best signature I could get out of my wrist and slid the forms back.

"When do I start the treatment?"

"Well time is always of the essence with these sorts of cases. So you will start tomorrow morning at 6:00. I will email you the information. Now I have been informed that you will are currently on tour. Is this correct?"

To this question I nodded.

"Well I will arrange each appointment to suit your location." He typed something up onto his computer before spining around and pulling open a drawer situated behind him. "Here are a few brochures that will detail a few options for you, your family and friends to read over. These brochures also list some effects from treatment which could possibly affect you during this time."

He spund back around and handed me the brochures."Uhh thanks." I quickly flicked through them. I don't even know why, because I didn't take in one word that I had skimmed over. I gave up, folding them in half and shoving them in my bag.

The doctor in front of me stopped typing on his keyboard and sighed. "Listen Camila. I see people going through this type of thing everyday. Generally most people have family or a friend come with them to these appointments. You may not think it helps, but having someone for support really does help. You are not going through this alone. There are lots of support systems that can be used. And you should really read those brochures, they are a big help."

"Are we done?" He nodded at me before turning back to his computer screen. What an asshole.

I stood up grabbing my bag and took off out the door. I walked down the hallway until I reached the waiting room that I had just spent 4 hours waiting in for my appointment. Most of the people that had previously been sitting alongside me had gone.

I walked up to the receptionists desk.

"Hi I have to fill for this script." I pulled out a script I had been given by the doctor a while ago.

"Yep sure no worries." She took my script and told me to take a seat while I waited.

Five minutes later and I was still waiting. I felt my jacket pocket vibrate. I took my phone out and slid my finger along the lock screen.

It was a message from Ally.

Ally- Hey Mila where are you? We're starting to get worried.

Me- I'm fine don't worry.

Ally- Ok then. Just...I love you ok I'm just checking up on you because you've been gone for hours? Be careful my little one.

I frowned. How am I going to keep this a secret from them. They will know somethings up. Ahh! I just can't handle everyone fussing around over me. I'll just have to hide it.

Me- Sorry just been a bad day. Will be back soon. I love you ♥ Tell the other's not to worry.

"Ms Cabello?" The lady finally called me over and gave me my medication. I don't even remember what the doctor said this was for, but I'll do what he says.

How am I going to deal with this while I'm on tour.