Better Off | A Sidemen Fanfic

Chapter 18

I jump up from my bed after a bad dream. I gasp from how terrible it was and struggled to get my breath back.

Mum: Honey! You're awake!

She sounded really surprised to see me.

Me: Yeah I am. Why?

Mum: You've been gone for days. The doctors said you were in a coma.

I sit back in my bed shocked. Was this all Simon's doing? But then again I hardly drank any.

Me: Mum. Can you call Simon for me. I want to see him.

Mum: Of course honey.

She gets on the phone and speaks to Simon. How the fuck have I been in a coma? Why the fuck have I been in a coma?

Around an hour later Simon comes into the room. He walks over to the bed and holds my hand. Him and my mum start talking about me, as if I'm not there.

Simon: How long was she out for?

Mum: 16 days.

16 days?! I don't recall any of this. I just look at Simon's hand in mine. It felt wrong but it was nice. His hand was so smooth and warm. It made me happy.

Simon: How long is she going to stay here for?

Mum: Only a few more days. Then she can go home.

Me: Si-mon?

I ask with a crack in my voice. Tears were now falling down my face. He leans over the bed and hugs me.

Simon: I'm so sorry.

He whispers into my hair. He pulls away from the hug and smiles at me. It made my body tingle.

Me: Mum can you leave us for a second please.

Mum: Of course Kaylee.

My mum walks out the room leaving me and Simon alone together.

Me: What did you do?

Simon: I just wanted you all to myself. You're making me go crazy Kay.

Me: I'm sorry.

I apologised again. It's not even my fault it's his. He just lets out a sigh.

Simon: I've got to go.

Me: Please don't.

He sits down on the bed with me. We just sit quietly. It was very awkward.

Me: Erm, hows the guys?

Simon: They miss you. Especially Ethan, I don't know why though.

Me: Aww.

Simon: What do you mean aww?

Me: Oh nothing. Anyways how's youtube?

Simon: It's amazing actually. It's going really well, we're all going on a trip to Amsterdam next month which should be fun.

Me: That must be fun. I hope you-

I then start coughing. It was very deep in the chest. Then my heart rate increase.

Simon: Should I go get the doctor?

I keep coughing, holding my chest. I nod and he jumps off the bed and darts out the room. Moments later the doctors run in and lays me down on the bed.

Simon: Is she going to be okay?

Simon asks while being pushed out the room. I stop coughing but struggle to breathe. One of the doctors put an oxygen mask on me.

All of a sudden I feel fine. I sit up and hear a strange, continuous beeping sound. I look at the doctors around me and they don't pay any attention to me. I look at the monitor and see straight lines. Was I dead? I get out the bed and see my body lying lifeless with the doctors bouncing on my chest.

I walk out the door and see Simon starring through the window. He was crying.

Me: I love you Simon.

I touch his shoulder but he doesn't respond.  What on earth is going on. I look through the window with him and see the doctors trying their hardest.

Next thing I know I was back in my body. I was alive again. My eyes were still closed however. The doctors sighed in relief and Simon stormed into the room.

Simon: KAYLEE!

Doctor: Please sir, you need to step back.

They start moving the bed I'm guessing into another room. They pick me up and place me on what seems to be another bed. They all walk out the room and I hear a machine. They were doing another CT scan.

I wake up a while later. Maybe 3 hours. My eyes slowly flickered open and I move my arm up to hold my head. It was in so much pain.

Mum: Kaylee!

She looks shocked. I just grunt in pain. My whole body was aching. She gets up from her chair and holds my hand. The doctor comes in a bit later.

Doctor: We have some upsetting news.

Mum: What is it?

Doctor: Kaylee has a type of liver cancer called cholangiocarcinoma but we often call it bile duct cancer. We are very lucky we have managed to find it early on which means it is easier to treat.

My mum covers her mouth in disbelief. I just lie back in the bed and stare at the ceiling. Shit, holy fucking shit. Cancer? These past through months haven't been doing good for me.

My mum starts crying but I had no feelings. The world just flys by in slow motion.

Me: When do I start?

Doctor: We will need to discuss.

Me: Well come on then. I don't have all day, I'm dying ain't I?

Doctor: Your best option is chemotherapy, but if you don't want that then we can either remove the affected areas or you can have radiotherapy.

Me: I'll just do the chemotherapy. If that's my best option.

My mum runs out the room. She was a mess, however I just took it like a pro. The doctor leaves me in the room by myself, with my own thoughts.

I was nice. The quiet. I continue to stare up at the ceiling before getting my phone and calling someone.

Me: Hey guess what. I'm alive!