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.

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45. Worst Fears

Leah's Point of View

"How is she?" the hushed whisper of Jane entered my ears. Weakly I opened my eyes and turned my head. There she was. I smiled.

"Jane..." My voice cracked. My mouth was dry, but I didn't care.

"Hi Leah," Jane slowly came up to me and sat on the bed. "I've missed you." I saw tears form in her eyes.

"Miss you too." I looked deep into her eyes. I had had an adventure of a lifetime thanks to her. How could I ever repay her? There seemed to be no possilbe way...

"So, while you've been accross the world, lots of people at home have been asking about you."

"Monica?" My voice was hardly audible.

"Yes, Monica especially." Jane stroked what was left of my hair carefully.

"Jane..." There was something on my mind, and I had to confirm it.

"What is it Leah?"

"There's been no match for a transplant... has there?" There. I voiced my thought, even though I regretted it. I watched as slowly Jane shook her head no. "Then... then am I going to... to die?" The last word hardly came out, and tears filled my eyes.

"Yeah..." Jane replied, as tears filled her eyes. Slowly she put her head down against my shoulder, and cried with me.

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