Don't Tell

Chapter 13: Sometimes I Just Wanna Sit Around And Gaze At My Shoes

Carly's pov.

I'm Petrified. Andy's warm arms wrapping around me didn't seem to help. I'm scared that I'll never see Patrick again. I'm scared something is wrong with me.

The fear escalates when I see my doctor walk in with worry in her eyes. "Carly," She starts. She looked around the concerned

"Y-yeah?" I asked. Fear was audible in my voice. I am absolutely terrified. What is gonna happen? Something's wrong with me, I know it.

"Have you been exposed to any smoke? At all?" She asked me.

I thought back and then it hit me. "My ex boyfriend, the same person who did this to Patrick, he smoked. A lot. Cigars, cigarettes, pipes, whatever you could think of."

"That explains it."

"Explains what?" Andy asked. He suddenly became tense.

"You see... Carly is the luckiest of unlucky. She has lung cancer, but it's only stage 2. We caught it early. A few weeks of chemotherapy and she should be fine."

Andy looked like he was about to cry. Pete looked scared out of his mind. Joe already was crying. Sarah just looked at me. She gave me a look to as if to say 'I'm worried about you,' but at the same time 'You're gonna be fine'.

"O-okay," I muttered.

"Now, because you're all here," She began, "I can tell you about Patrick."

My heart skipped a beat. What if I never see him again? What if he's dead? What if he has memory loss, or brain damage?

"He is finally out of surgery. He is still going to remain on life support for another 24 hours or more, depending on how his recovery is going. He had many lacerations all over his body. He had several broken ribs and a collapsed lung. We aren't 100% guaranteed he will make it, but at least he has a chance. A minute later and he'd probably be dead by now. May I ask who found him?"

Pete and Joe both pointed to me, and I shyly raised my hand.

Her soft eyes landed on me. "You saved his life, sweetheart."

I smiled a little.

"You can visit him if you want. ICU fifth floor. Room 514." She looked at me and I stared back. Longing was visible in my eyes. "You too," she grinned at me.

"Thanks," I smiled. I was scared, but happy.

"Remember, chemo. Tomorrow at 4. Second floor room 207. Should be pretty easy to find." I nodded and she left.

--a/n--

I feel like cancer is overdone in my stories but whatever! Is Patrick okay??? I'll let you know later XD. I FINALLY VERIFIED MY EMAIL SO I CAN COMMENT AND PUT A DESCRIPTION ON MY ACC! YAY!!

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr