cancer // luke hemmings fanfiction

chapter 3

"Well," I began "When I was 5 yeard old I was diagnosed with a rare form of blood cancer, Aplastic Anemia. After that I began rounds of chemo therapy and radiation treatments, bone marrow transplant would have been ideal but we couldn't find a match. I was in and out of the hospital for 3 years. Finally at age 8 they pronounced me cancer free. Until recenlty when I relapsed. I'll begin radiation and chemo treatment again, but this time the only thing that can save me is a bone marrow transplant, and the chances of that are slim to none." 

The thought that this was going to be the end for me shattered me inside. It felt like someone was stabbing me over and over again. I knew I was stronger than this cancer, but I couldn't help but think this disease would beat me.

As a tear rolled down my cheek I felt the bed dip down next to me and Luke wrapped me in his arms. I felt so safe, so at home; like I could never die. "Please stop crying, you're too beautiful to cry."

I looked up and his blue eyes were glossed over and full of sadness. His words stucks with me. He thought I was beautiful. I simply hugged him back and quietly said, "Thank you Luke."

Once my tears were dried up I glaced up at Luke, "Now tell me your story."

Luke P.O.V.

To be completely honest there wasn't much to my cancer story, "Since you asked Samantha," use of her full name caused her to roll her eyes at me. Man I love those eyes. "There's not much to my cancer story. About two months ago I was diagnosed with lymphoma. I have since then started chemo therapy, as you can see by my bald spots. The doctors aren't sure if the disease will kill me or not, but I sure hope it doesn't. I need to get back to my band."

A/N SORRY THEIR CANCER STORIES SUCK THIS PART IS JUST FILLER TILL THEY ACTUALLY GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER

Still Luke P.O.V.

"You're in a band?"

I just nodded my head, I was surprised she didn't recognize me. Although our band was new I assumed she had heard about us. Sadly no, but I couldn't wait to tell her all about it. Before I had a chance to speak off Sam cut me off.

"I've gotten to know your cancer story, but I haven't actually gotten to know you. Now tell me, who is the real Luke Hemmings?"

I had never spoken of my past with anyone but the boys, or my mother. It was too dark and personal, but Sam made me feel safe. Like the past didn't matter, I knew it was in my best interest to tell the truth. 

Sam P.O.V

"When I was 10 years old, my father was in a drunk driving accident. My two brothers were in the backseat of the car as well. He killed himself and them, and the two people in the other car,"

Pain flashed through his eyes at the terrible memory, I could see his eyes getting glassy but he never shed a tear.

"Ever since then it's been just my mother and I. She hasn't tried dating since, and I don't want her too. My father may have fucked up, but I still love him. He's still my father."

"Luke I'm so sorry, that's terrible I don't even know what to say," my heart was beating for the young blonde boy who must've been so lost without a father figure. 

"It's okay, really. Ever since that happned is when I got really close with the boys. Whenever we'd hang out, there was always goofing around with our instruments until it became a serious thing. We started doing covers, posting them online. Everyone loved us. That's way I'm determined to beat this battle with cancer. So I can keep doing what I love, in memory of my dad." After he was done talking he let out a huge sigh. I shifted so I could give him a small hug.

"I'm so sorry Luke, I know you can beat cancer. Your father would be so proud of you." He didn't say anything just return a small smile. 

We sat in a comfortable silence for about 5 minutes. I liked how with Luke we didn't always have to be talking, our silence spoke volumes. There was something soothing about it. 

"Miss.Samantha I believe it's your turn to tell me about yourself." I gave small laughed and looked up at him, his eyes full of curiousity.

"There's not much too me, I've spent most of my life in the hospital. The years I spent out of the hospital were quite eventful though. After being released from the hospital my father left us. Turns out while my mom spent countless nights going back and fourth between the hospital and house, to take care of my younger siblings, he was scumming around with some whore he met at a bar. I was so young so I didn't completely understand what was going on. But I remember my mother always crying. I'd never seen such a strong woman be so fragile. My sister and I did everything we could to make her feel better, but nothing seemed to work. Finally she met another man and he's been the best thing to happen to our family," I took a short pause before continuing. 

"About 2 years ago he got a job transfer so we moved here to Australia and everything has been perfect. Of course until my relapse." 

Luke seemed at a loss for words. He gave me a short kiss on my forehead and I think I heard him mumble I'm so sorry babe. But I didn't ask about it. I glaced at my phone and realized Luke and I had been talking for well over 3 hours. 

"Well Luke, I've had a blast talking to you, shall we do it again sometime?" I asked pulling a terrible british accent.

"Sounds like a date," I felt myself blush once he used the word date. 

"Goodnight Luke"

"Goodnight Sam" and with that I strolled over to my side of the room, pulling the curtain between our beds. Once my head hit the pillow I was asleep and my dreams were soon flooded with images of Luke. 

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