She's a Little Aussie Girl (Janoskians) #Wattys2015

Chemo Round

Luke's *POV*

"Why are we leaving?" Quinn asked as she cuddled more into James, rather than getting into her car seat.

"Please get in the car seat." James asked, and she obeyed, but started to cry. "What's wrong baby?" He tipped her head back with his finger.

"I wanna be wiff you." James held her close and sat in his seat. I sat next to the two. "Daddy?" Her Australian was coming on to be strong.

"Yes Quinnie?"

"Where are we going exactly?" She act very sophisticated.

"You need to get a round of chemo."

"Do they have to take scissors and cut me?"

"I don't know. But you'll be asleep when they do."

"Won't I feel it?"

"No, they have medicine."

"Like the Tylenol that Uncle Jai-Jai gives me when I'm coughing!"

"Something like that." I shrugged and she took my hand, just kissing it.

When Quinn was all set to go back there, a doctor pulled me out into the hall.

"Due to her being so young and fragile, we would want to do the operation on her. But she has a lite chance of living. If we doesn't try now, then she could lose her live later on unexpected. It's yours and your mates choice." We went back into the room and discussed it.

"You can try. But if my daughter starts dying, I need to go back there."

"I'll try my hardest to get you back there, sir."

"Thank you."

The hours of agony were the worst. Jane and Beau thought of going to the mall. So we tried, we got Quinn some stuff for her birthday, stuff for us, got lunch, then went back to the hospital.

By the time we got there, Quinn wast in her room, the doctor was though.

"Everything alright?" We sat out stuff don't and crowded around him.

"Who's her main care taker?"

"James and I are."

"She has something wrong with her."

"Well she has been quieter and sadder since we..got....her back from...our mums boyfriends place. Our Mum was there but.."

"I'm going to kick his as-"

"Quinn is going to stay here for a while. I hope you guys underarms do, but your daughter belongs to the ill children program here now until further notice."

"How do we get her back?!"

"You don't."

"Wha-"

"We have to analyze the finger print."

"All of our fingerprints will be on her. Just the names that we don't know must be the ones who hurt her. We pass her around so she can love and hug on everyone."

"Have a nice day." Then we left, furious, sad, and calm in the pits of our stomachs.

"I'm calling mum." Beau walked out.