To The End (A Zayn Malik Love Story)

Chapter 1- How to tell Beth?

"I am sorry Ms Milton, I really am," the doctor said as a tear was streaming down my cheek, I couldn’t believe what I had just been told. My parents died two years ago and now my sister too. I sat down on the seats at the side of the long corridor of the almost empty hospital hallway. The doctor sat next to me and tried to comfort me, but I could tell he didn’t know what to do. I had known him since I was three, Dr Daniel Carson, he had treated me, when I was 5, my heart was failing and he got me on the top of the heart transplant list because he knew my dad. They worked together, dad was the head of medicine at the hospital, everyone at the hospital took it very harsh when my dad died because he was a good doctor and they all helped me and my sister after he died. As much as he tried, he didn't know how to comfort me. Dad always said growing up that a good doctor stays unattached to his patience, that way when they have to be the barer of bad news, it isn't to hard on them but when someone you know is hurt it makes things a lot harder.

"I can’t belief this is happening," I mumbled under my breathe.

"I’m sorry Jessie, we can make her comfortable or we can send someone home with you to look after her, I can do it personally," Daniel said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Thank you Daniel, but I’d like to talk to her, before I’d like to make any decisions, how do I tell her, she’s fifteen."

"She’s a strong girl, she can handle it."

"I don’t think I can, I only just got over losing my parents, and I can’t lose her, she is all I have left."

"You have me, I’m here for you."

"I mean family but thank you anyway; I just don’t know how to tell her, how do you tell a fifteen year old that she is going to die a horrible death, no teenager should have to die that way."

Tears were streaming down my face, I couldn’t control it, and I tried to keep it in, so that Beth wouldn’t see me like this. Ever since mum and dad died I have been having trouble dealing with losing them both at once, they died so suddenly, how do I face losing the only family I have left. Mum was an only child and her parent were both dead, so no one left on that side, dad however had a brother but he was in jail for robbing a bank and their parents well they were jerks, they didn’t even come to their own sons funeral. So long story short I had no one left.

"I can tell her if you want," Daniel said.

"No I have to tell her, I owe her that," I replied whipping away my tears. Daniel grabbed a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"I’ll be there with you, I owe you both that," Daniel smiled as he tried to lift my spirits; he even had a tear forming in his eyes. Dad told me once that in their line of work, when telling someone bad news you had to stay positive, show sympathy but don’t let it get to you, otherwise you wouldn’t survive working in a hospital. But when dealing with personal stuff, it was hard not to be emotional. Especially when it is someone you love.

"Let’s go tell her," Beth was in paediatrics so she was in a room with other children suffering of the same illness, but she was the only one in the room, she was the only one with terminal cancer.

"Hey sis, so what’s the news, am I going to be alright," Beth had a big smile on her face and I was hesitant to answer, I didn’t know how to answer. I sat next to her on the bed and grabbed her hand. She stopped smiling right away. She obviously knew what was wrong, I tried to pull myself together but I couldn’t. I looked at Beth; she was hooked up to an oxygen tank because she had had trouble breathing which is why we came in in the first place. That’s and the fact that she was getting skinnier by the day and she wouldn’t eat. But with everything going on, everything we were going through I didn’t see the signs, I guess I was blaming myself, maybe if I had seen the signs earlier, maybe she would be ok, maybe she would have made it.