When we got to the hospital, I was told that the tumor was messing up the signals in my body. I thought I was going to have a seizure, but it wasn't even close. I think I would have rathe had a seizure after what I was told though.
"Your tumor is sending mixed signals throughout your body. So we don't have any idea what could happen to you. It could physically stop your heart from beating, or your lungs from breathing, it could also cause you to get paralyzed at this point." My doctor rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "If we don't remove your tumor in at least a week, who knows what will happen."
Cayleb got up from his chair and ran out of the room. I clenched tightly onto the bed sheets till my knuckles turned white. "I called your parents, and they should be here soon. Your tumor by brain stem is too big to remove, but we could remove the one by your spine which might give you more time." More time? Till I die?
I nodded, and he left the room. I thought tears would come, but they didn't. I couldn't even think about death, because Cayleb was in my way. I wasn't afraid to die, but I was afraid to leave Cayleb behind. He was stupid to fall in love with me, my boyfriend was smart enough to dump me when he found out I cancer.
I remember crying for weeks because he had dumped me, but now I don't even care. I was suppose to be lonely, so I wouldn't hurt anybody when I died. But then Cayleb came along and got in the way.
My parents came a few minutes later, along with my little brother. They got told the news, and they all broke down in tears. I was getting tired of seeing people crying, I was hurting them. I was hurting them. I clenched my eyes close, not wanting to see them cry. The only thing that kept running through my mind was 'I'm hurting them, I'm hurting them'
A nurse walked into the room suddenly. "Doctor, you have a Cystic Fibrosis patient in need sir." My doctor quickly left the room, Cystic Fibrosis, isn't that something with the lungs? I pulled myself up, my parents tried to stop me but I shook them off.
I walked out into the hallway and looked down the crowded hallways of the hospital. Where was Cayleb anyways? I could hear yelling from the far corner of my mind, and turned around. A boy was laid out on a stretcher, drool was coming from his mouth, as he coughed repeatedly. He gasped for air as the doctors pushed hid shoulders down to keep him from sitting up.
They began running down the hallway, and I ran after them. I tried screaming his name, but no words came out. His lips moved, as if he were trying to say something. Right as they went into a room and left me behind, I realized what he had said. "I love you."
My eye sight suddenly got blurry, I couldn't tell if it was tears or not. I could see something moving, but then my head smacked something hard. I felt like I had no control over my body, and I didn't know what was going on. My arms and legs were shaking and twitching. My eyes would refuse to open, and I couldn't speak. Eventually my mind went blank, and I fell asleep.
My mind uncontrollably made something push into my mind. It was something that I cared about deeply, and something I'd give my life for. It was him, and by him I meant Cayleb.
"MADI!" I heard my mothers voice. I knew what was happening, it was the tumor. But I couldn't do anything about it. My body woke up, but my eyes stayed closed.
"Cay." I took deep breaths it was hard to breath. "Cayl." I took a big breath. "Cayleb."
I felt my body be picked up, and laid back down on something comfortable. A face suddenly poped back into my head. I mentally smiled, I hated to say it, and I knew I shouldn't. But I was in love.
A few hours later, I fully woke up, and gained control of my body. I was told that something was wrong with Cayleb's pancreas. I think he called it pancreatitis. Something where the pancreas inflames. I didn't really know what that was, but it was supposedly normal for Cayleb. It was his first tim getting it at least. I ended up looking up Cystic Fibrosis on the internet. I was told that it was a deadly lung disease. Where mucus builds up in the lungs and pancreas, which is why he coughs so much. It also gives him digestion problems.
Once I got to the bottom of the bullet points, it said:
My face went pale, did that mean Cayleb couldn't have kids? I pushed my phone away from me. "Mom can I go visit him yet?" She looked up from her magazine.
"Yeah, why don't you take a wheelchair this time." I groaned, but agreed. I reached over, and grabbed the wheel chair. I unfolded it, and pulled myself onto it. I went out into the hallway, and looked around.
I went back down the hallway I was in before, and stopped infront of the room Cayleb went into. I pushed onto it, and opened it. I could hear machines beeping evenly, which I was hoping was good. I rolled inside, and saw Cayleb laying on the bed. His shirt had been ripped off, and a big red spot was on his stomach. I rolled next to him.
I knew he didn't want me to know, but I was glad I did. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale. He had dried blood on his lips, and his breathing was uneven and wheezy sounding.
I ran my fingers through his hair. What was he doing to me?