One Broken Heart **DO NOT READ RN DRASTIC EDITING**

Chapter 15

"Lou bear your back!!!! Please tell me the doctor gave you permission to take me home already, I want to get the hell out of here!!!" I yelled.

He stifled a laugh and smiled that dreamy smile of his. His Icy blue eyes looked into my dark ones. "They said you can change and pack up, but he needs to speak with you before you depart."

I smiled and ran to the bathroom. I stripped from the bland hospital gown and into the clothes Olivia brought me. Some dark denim shorts, a pale blue Aeropostale shirt, which had navy and white writing on it, my navy and white wedges, and my white handkerchief.

I slipped into my shorts first and then pulled the shirt carefully over my head. I slipped on my heels (that I really shouldn't be wearing), and then wrapped the handkerchief around my bald head. I looked decent enough, I will let Louis take me wig shopping tomorrow.

I stalked on out of the bathroom and all the lads were awaiting before me. I smiled and gave them all big hugs. I threw my phone, iPod, and iPad into my large purse. I grabbed the two bottles of pills I had to take daily, and tossed them into the bag as well. I slung my purse over my shoulder and grabbed my, well Louis, jacket and draped it over my arm, and picked up my book. Just as I turned around the doctor entered.

"We'll you look nice." He smiled. I grinned in return and he continued. "Okay you have to come again in one month. I wanted to share these results with you as well."

He handed me some photos. They were these X-ray kinda looking things with some dark black areas on my brain. There weren't very many of them.

"Those dark areas are where the cancer is. There are certain places where if the cancer touches, your out. When you come in another month we will test you again to see how things are coming along, you will come once a month until... Well... Until you have passed." He informed.

I put on a fake smile and he handed me a piece of paper. It had his signature of my approved departure. He walked out stiffly and I looked around the room. I saw the picture of my family hanging on the wall and I put it in my purse along with the dozens of cards.

Me and the lads skipped off to the car where Paul awaited. "How are you kris?" Paul asked. I smiled and nodded my head as I jumped into the car. I sat between Niall and Louis. Harry and Zayn sat in the back back, and Liam in the front with Paul.

Louis pov

I was amazed, kris was taking this all... So... So well. Inside me, I was dying. My heart was being ripped to shreds and fed to a hundred frenzied sharks. I had a fake smile on my face all the time, just wanting to wish this all could be normal. Why couldn't we all live a long life. Doesn't Kirsten deserve that at the least.

I realized if I wouldn't snap out of my gloomy mood I would spend the last of my best friends life in a horrible. Place. I would hate myself forever if I did that and so would kris. I decided to try and forget about everything and live life like I normally would if it were still just two of us frolicking around again. Those were the good old days.