Cory's Girl Book 2 ||Coryxkenshin FanFiction||

Chapter 2

Rachel's P.O.V~

The night sky could just barely be seen from the hospital room. A couple hours had passed and I nodded off in the chair that was placed next to my mother's bed. It was well into the night as it became evident that I wouldn't be leaving my mother's side anytime soon.

I won't let her wake up without me here

I had awoken because Cory's phone went off, but I didn't bother reacting. I remained sprawled out in the chair with a blanket the staff provided and my eyes closed.

"Hey dad," Cory said in a hushed tone. He continued, "Yeah, we're still at the hospital. We're gonna stay the night-" A couple moments passed before he replied again, "Yeah, I need to be here."

The call ended and his footsteps grew louder before I felt the seat beside me sink with his weight. The silence in the room was only present beside the repetitive sound of the heartbeat monitor.  I felt as a kiss was pressed softly onto my cheek.

~a month later

My mom remained hospitalized as things had managed to return to what they were beforehand: me going about my daily life and then visiting my mother at the hospital everyday.

I pulled on my jacket as to my dismay the memories of the events, especially my mom's seizure, still had me shaken up. The sickening thought remained on loop.
I picked up the last of my stuff to leave. These past weeks had blurred past yet still felt as if they dragged on for ages. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing my apple off of the countertop.

I made my way towards the door, honestly lost in my thoughts.

"Hey, hey!" said Cory's voice from behind. I turned as I saw him make his way down the stairs wearing a sweatpants and a maroon shirt accompanied by his dark blue robe.

"You look cozy," I said. My overall mood honestly still in the gutter.
He responded, his mood a complete contrast of mine yet concerned, "And you look like you're leaving the house-
How you doin, babygirl?"

I checked my bag for my phone before I turned my attention back to him. He started, "I was thinking, what if we went on a little retreat? Or I guess- vacation?"

My mind was still too concerned about my mom that the thought of leaving didn't even process in my mind.
I responded, "I uh- I wanna get there the moment visiting hours start."

In response he glanced at the floor for a moment before responding. "Yeah.. you're right, you'd obviously want to be by your mom right now-
I'm recording but I can stop and meet you in the car-"

"No, it's okay. You can finish up what you're doing upstairs. I'm taking the bus anyway, I'll see you later.
Love you, bye," I kissed him, preventing him from protesting before making my way out of the house.

I found myself at my mother's bedside; the burning question still in mind. A month had passed and she was getting worse.

"Mom, you have to choose."  Despondent as ever, she stirred in her bed, reluctant to comply with my concern. "Mom.."

I continued even amidst her silence, "The doctor- he said. Without treatment-
well, there's no way we're even considering that option.
But every day, that we don't start this is another day that's wasted."

I called to her again, "Mom."
She slowly turned her head towards me, her demeanor discouraging me from persisting.
"Chance," she finally replied.

I questioned, "What?" She sat up and then explained whilst rolling her eyes, "You said, that they said there's a chance that it will help, Rachel."
I continued, "At the least- we can have the tumor removed-"