The Flute Player (1)

"Your test results have come back," the doctor said as soon as the door closed. I nervously looked at him, fidgiting.
"And?" My voice was barely audible. I watched him closely as he went behind his desk and to his files. I couldn't see anything in his eyes, his body language didn't suggest anything. I wanted him to hurry. I had a concert to perform in tonight, and I couldn't be late. One Direction was counting on me to play my flute with them.
"I'm sorry, Leah, but the results aren't good." The doctors eyes were sympathetic, and went on to explain the details. I didn't listen. From that moment on, I knew that the dream I was living would come to an end.


44. Not Good

Leah's Point of View

As I slowly woke up, I realized that something wasn't right. I felt awful, and gross. My head felt heavy. As I sat up, I realized that I was really hot, and my nose was clogged.

A dreaded thought came to my mind as I sat up, half asleep, half awake. As I threw my covers off, and stood up, I suddenly felt a warm, sticky sensation enter my nose and slowly drip out. Instantly I froze up, grabbed my cellphone and ran to the bathroom where I shoved handfuls of toilet paper at my nose, and tried to stop the bleeding.

As I did that, I dailed Harry's number, and told him I needed help. Having a fever, and a nosebleed at the same time, was not good at all.

Five minutes later, Harry unlocked the door and came into my apartment, and helped me calm down. He called the ambulance and told me lay down on the bed, and try to relax.


Harry's Point of View

"Things are taking a turn for the worse," the doctor told me, as soon as the door to Leah's room was closed, and we were in the hallway. "Her blood work isn't good at all, and she's quickly deterioting."

I nodded my head, and looked through the window to Leah. She was sleeping. I had called the ambulance two days ago, she had been in the hospital for all that time.

"What about the transplant?" I asked, trying to force the tears away.

The doctor slowly shook his head. "She's not well enough. The only hope we have now is a few rounds of chemo, but we have to be careful. She's not allowed to have any visitors."

Tears came into my ears, making the tall doctor blury. "Can I stay with her though? Please?"

"Of course, Harry."

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