Tfios fan fiction

Part7

I wake up the next day to find my parents sitting on the edge of my bed, looking down at me. "Good morning." I say.

"Good morning Hazel. It's your appointment today. We have got you some crackers; we know how that helps with your morning sickness. We were also wondering what you would like for breakfast?" My mother answers.

"I would like scrambled egg on toast please." I answer before sitting up and taking one of the crackers off the plate that my dad holds in his hands because I am feeling rather nauseous at the moment.

"Okay." They say at the same time before leaving the room, they do leave the plate of crackers on my bedside cabinet though.

I get out of bed after changing to the portable tank of oxygen and walk into my en-suite. I get ready so that I am wearing light blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I brush my teeth, and I brush my hair before leaving my bedroom and walking down the stairs with the plate of crackers in the hand that isn't pulling along the oxygen tank that gives me the air I need to breathe.

I walk into the kitchen to find my parents making scrambled eggs on toast. I sit at the table and nibble on some crackers, still not feeling too good.

After a few minutes my parents bring over the scrambled eggs on toast and we all dig in.

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It is now quarter to one and we are walking through the car park of my hospital. When we get to the main entrance we see Gus' parents standing outside, smiling at us. I smile at them and walk over to them. "Hey, I'm glad you could come." I tell them.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world." Gus' mum says. When my parents have greeted them we all walk in and head to the ward I am so used to now. I have the appointment with Dr Maria because she knows everything about my illness; also she is a trained midwife but chose to do this instead.

I sign in at the desk and we wait in the waiting room. In silence.

About ten minutes later Dr Maria enters the waiting room and calls my name. We all stand up and follow her down the hallway. We enter a room and she tells us to sit in the seats that are available. She sits in her chair and looks at us. "I understand you're here because you're pregnant, Hazel." Dr Maria says.

"Yeah, I am." I tell her.

"Okay. So first I am going to see how your cancer is handling the pregnancy. Then I'll do an ultrasound and some other tests." She explains. I nod. "Follow me, Hazel. The rest of you can wait here." She says before standing up and leading me out of the room. She tells me to change into one of those horrible hospital gowns, and I do. She then runs scans on me and other tests on me to check my lungs for any sign of how the cancer is progressing.

When she is done she tells me to get out of the gown whilst she collects the results. I change into the clothes that I put on this morning and wait in the waiting room, as instructed to by Dr Maria.

After about ten minutes she appears with a look of shock on her face. "What? What is it? Is it getting worse?" I ask.

"No." She answers, still shocked.

"Then, why are you so shocked?" I ask.

"Hazel, you won't be needing your meds or your tank anymore." She says and now it's my turn to be shocked and confused.

"What? Are they not working?" I ask.

"No. Your cancer has gone. You're not ill anymore." She says and I look at her, shocked.

"My cancer, is gone?" I ask.

"Yeah. You're not going to die from cancer anymore." She says.

"Really?" I ask.

"Why don't you take out your oxygen supply and see if you can breathe." She suggests. I hesitantly take out the things that stick in my nose to give me oxygen and to my surprise I can breathe, and it doesn't hurt. I smile.

"I can actually watch my child grow up." I say. But then, I think of Gus and how he would have wanted to watch our child as it lives its life.

Dr Maria takes away my oxygen tank and it feels weird without it. I have grown used to it these past few years. "Why don't we go back and get your ultrasound done?" She asks. I nod and we start walking back to the room.

We get back to the room five minutes later and my parents and Gus' parents look shocked to see me without my gas tank. "Hazel, where is your tank?" My mum asks, rushing up to me.

"She doesn't need it any more, or any of the medications. She's cancer free." Dr Maria says. The four other adults in the room smile at me and rush over, embracing me.

"You're going to live." My dad says as happy tears fall down his cheeks.

"I'm going to live." I say.

"We should get on with the ultrasound." Dr Maria says after a few minutes. We all pull away from each other and nod.

Dr Maria tells me to lay down on the bed, so I do. She sets up the machine before telling me to roll up my top. I do as I am told and roll up my top. "This might be a bit cold." She says as she squirts a weird gel on my stomach. I flinch at the coldness of it. She then presses a wand to my stomach and starts rolling it around my abdomen, trying to find my baby. An image appears on the screen after a few seconds of two grey blobs. Dr Maria smiles at me. "It looks like you're having twins." She tells me and I look at the screen in awe. I look at my children. Mine and Augustus' children. I Feel tears in my eyes as I look at my beautiful babies. I look at my mum and dad, and at Gus' parents, they're all smiling and have tears of joy and happiness in their eyes.

I'm healthy. My babies are healthy. Everything is great. Except, I don't have Gus here in this moment with me. It would be perfect if he was here.