This is My Life Now

Bree Matthews never realized how stressful her life could be at only 21. The love of her life is suffering from cystic fibrosis and she knows it is only a matter of time before he leaves the world for good. She knows there is no way she can keep him, but with the help of a little love, she knows she can hold on as long as possible.


1. Today is That Day

It's the oldest story in the world. One day you're seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And that someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

Who knew life could be so difficult at only twenty years old? Actually, twenty one years old. With all the drama going on the past few days, no one, including myself, had even remembered that today was my 21st birthday. Most people went out to the bar to celebrate their legal right to drink on their 21st birthday. I would have done the same if it wasn't for the fact that my boyfriend was laying on a hospital bed right beside me. And plus, I'd been drinking for years anyway. It was the only way to survive my life.

Ian fidgeted a little in his hospital bed and let out a moan. I grasped his hand tighter. I knew he was in a lot of pain. He had just gotten out of a liver transplant surgery. The stupid cystic fibrosis had cause his liver to start failing and he had to be rushed in for a transplant. While Ian waited two days for a transplant, his amazingly kind brother Kevin had stepped up and offered to get tested to see if his liver was a match for Ian's. Luckily for us, it was. They both had gotten their operations a few hours earlier, and we had all been waiting for them both to wake up. By us, I mean the entire town. Ian and Kevin were both incredibly popular boys. Everybody loved them and wanted to show their support for their surgeries, so there were a ton of people in the waiting room.

Ian's mother Grace was sitting by Kevin's bedside, a few rooms down the hall while I sat with Ian. He let out another cry and a pain stabbed my heart.

"Ian...don't try to move," I whispered. "I'm going to go get the nurse." I stood up and tried to pull my hand away, but he only held on tighter.

"Don't.....leave," he barely croaked out. His hand automatically flew to his chest and he started coughing.

"Don't talk!" I yelled. I grabbed both of his hands and leaned my body into his frantically. "Breathe!"

He kept coughing and before I knew it, there was blood spewed all over both of us.

"HELP! We need a doctor!" I screamed as loudly as I possibly could. I pressed the nurse's button on the bed.

It felt like eternity before an entire medical team raced into Ian's hospital room and started helping him.

"He's having trouble breathing. His lungs are filling up with mucus! We're going to have to intubate!" a resident yelled.

A doctor dressed in blue scrubs accidentally pushed me out of the way, sending me crashing into the wall. I stayed back, pressed up against the side of the room. I couldn't do anything except for watch. I don't remember how long it took. All I remember is that I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I don't think I even breathed.

I heard the doctor let out a sigh of relief. "He's okay for now. We're going to have to operate again soon though." He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. "Whatever you do, don't let him talk."

I nodded. I was too numb to even cry. A nurse put a brand new IV in him as I crossed the room to sit down beside him again. I reached for his hand and held it between both of my hands. As relieved as I was that they had helped Ian, I knew that this was far for over. There would be many more experiences like this in the next few years. Until, of course, he died.


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