Uncertain

11-Mistake

3rd person's pov:

"I'm scared." Delilah's voice sounded weak, barely even a whisper.

'Directly into your vein as a drip' was what they said, and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to rip the cannula off her arm.

Poison was gonna drip from a white, ugly, machine all the way through a tube, to the needle on her arm, the burning liquid taking all of her powers and fighting its way to the cancer cells.

"Hey, look at me sweetheart." Weston squatted down in front of her, wiping few tears out of her eyes. "I'm right here, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

He, on the other hand, tried to keep himself calm, mostly because his sister needed him a lot and acting like a worried big brother, which he surely was, wasn't gonna help. How badly did he want to change positions with her, so she didn't have to suffer, but as much of a powerful person who always got what he wanted, he was, he just couldn't take her pain away, he couldn't find a way to get her out of this.

Avery walked to the room, clearly avoiding the eye-contact with Weston. Her light brown hair was in a tight looking ponytail, the tips of it just about reaching to her shoulders.

If you really looked clearly, so did the oldest Miller brother avoid her gaze too. Not that he was embarrassed about what had happened, he more likely regretted it. It was selfish and stupid to kiss someone, while his little sister was laying on a hospital bed fighting for her life. Not to talk about the fact that the girl was his ex-girlfriend, and the nurse of Delilah.

"It's time now." Avery gave Delilah a sad smile. "I'm gonna press this button here, you see?"

Avery's finger was lightly touching a violet button, making Delilah close her eyes. The mixture of blue and red used to be her favorite color, now it just looked rather distressing.

"Yeah." She nodded, her eyes not even once leaving the button.

"And then the liquid will start to steam." Avery continued, her finger dangerously close to the button.

"No no no, wait." She cut in, her heart pounding quickly. "I don't... I don't... I... wha... no..."

It was the slight squeeze on her hand that made her to stop the trembling over words.

"It's okay, I'm right here." Weston whispered. "And I'm not going anywhere."

A little tear dropped against Delilah's cheek as she nodded.
"Okay, I'm ready."

Avery pressed the button and the liquid started steaming through the tube. It was like a slowed film, where Delilah just waited and waited until all of her powers were taken, she knew that she was just waiting for the moment when she realized that no, she couldn't do it anymore, she was tired.

Pretty quickly all the thoughts running through her head were vanished, as Aiden boomed through the door, holding a tube of, nothing else than, strawberry ice cream and a bag of her favorite chips.

"She can eat, right?" He asked, dropping the bag of chips on Delilah's lap. "Or are you saying that I just went to the store, and then to another because I couldn't find one stupid tube of strawberry ice cream, which was by the way really weird because it's like the most basic ice cream in the world..."

"Aiden, we got the point." Weston cut him off.

"She can eat..." Avery nodded. "As long as you feel like eating. You might lose your appetite pretty quickly."

"Good." Aiden nodded, pulling a chair next to the nursing chair where Delilah was sitting. "Then it's my job to make sure that she, and I too, stay fed."