Naturally A Fighter

Annalise is sick... she lives in an hospital room not knowing the amazing town or country she is in... untill someone randomly burst into her room. She is taught how to enjoy living and not just existing.... THey give her a reason to live... but is it too late? Is there enough life left in her to fight the chemo?


1. "Can I help you?'

I sat up in my hospital bed fiddling with my gown as I hear the familiar squeak of the door opening. I look up expecting to see Rach or the doc, but I see someone else. He had black/ dark brown hair and dark eyes. He had his left ear pierced and was about 5"9'.

I smile at him, "Can I help you?" he smiles, "Ya sorry I was being chased and..." I laugh, "You can stay here. No one really comes in apart from Rachel and the Docs." he nods , "I'm Zayn by the way." I smile, "its nice to meet you Zayn, I'm Annalise." we shake hands and a thought comes to me, "What are you in here for? You don't seem sick." he had a pity smile on and before he answered a said, "If I see your pity I'm kicking back out to face the mob."

he laugh, "Ok, ok. Me and a band mate came here to give out gifts to the sick and to sing to them and stuff." I nod, "That's sweet of you." he nods, "Do you mind me asking why your in here?" I shrug, "I have cancer, like everyone else, but you knew that because I'm bald. I have kidney cancer right now." he nods then smiles, "No pity, but have you had any before?"

I nod, "At first it was liver then stomach and now kidney. But hey I get to be in this nice country." he laughed in a thick accent, "have you been out?" I shake my head, "Nope, I've been here for 4 years and haven't been out of the hospital," he raised his eyebrows, "Well come get dressed I'm breaking you out."

I laugh and slide out of the bed and walk to the bathroom slightly shaking from standing up. "Here." he put his arm around my hip and helped me walk to the bathroom, "Thanks, my legs are just a little weak right now."

he nods and I step into the small room and start to put on my black skinny jeans and a long sleeve v-neck  white shirt and grab my beanie. I walk out and sit in the chair and start to tie one shoe as Zayn bends down and ties the other.

"Thanks again Zayn, your sweet."Once they were tied we got up and i took his outstretched hand. We walked down the familiar halls to the one sliding glass doors I have never walked out of.

I take a deep breath and walk out of then with him. We were surrounded with screams and flashes once we stepped out of the doors. I cowered into his chest. His 5"9' frame protecting my small fragile 5"3' body.

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