A Part Of Me (RanbooxFem!Reader)

Introduction

A/n: Hello, The start of every chapter will be a diary entry and the rest will be 1st person POVs. Hope you enjoy!

Hi!
My name is Y/n L/n and I am 15 years old. I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was little, and since it is my birthday soon, my parents thought it would be fun to get me a notebook to journal in. yay.

So, I have been in and out of hospitals for ages and I am sick and tired of them!  I am back in the Sir Jonathan Woods Hospital now because my friend Fae's idiot boyfriend decided to sneak me and her out of Fae's house without waking us up. He succeeded and I was left outside in the wind for the whole night. When my parents came to pick me up, they rushed me to the hospital where I am now. Two weeks from my 16th birthday and I am back in Sir Jons. The absolute joy.

It's not like Sir Jons is bad, it's just that I have been here so many freaking times I hate it!!! ANd, it's not like I can get out of here any time soon, because I need a new lung, and my type of CF (Cystic Fibrosis) makes the donor be my age. I am 15 no 15 year old would willingly give away one of their lungs!!! I hate this, but it is with me forever, so I have to deal. 
I'll be dead soon!
- Y/n 🙄

Y/n POV:

I sigh and put down the diary. Looking around, I noticed that I am in a different room to the one I am normally in. This one isn't a private one, like normal. It has two beds? Maybe that means they found a lung donor!! It's unlikely but it could be true!! Best not get my hopes up though. The linoleum floor looks new and clean, unusual for linoleum, it would usually have scratches everywhere but none. The windows, two of them, wide open with bluey purple curtains framing them. The other bed and area around it are kinda plain with hospital issue blankets, no decoration and one uncomfortable chair. Mine on the other hand; a y/f/c patterned quilt, and lots of art/picture frames/band posters and other nicknacks everywhere. Even the boring beige hospital-issue chair had a y/f/c throw blanket and matching accent pillow. 

I love the privacy of my normal room, but a new roommate would be so exciting! Maybe it's a boy!!! Then Mum can't stop me from being around him because we share a room! Lost in thought, I didn't notice my parents and my doctor, Dr. Smith walking in. "Hey, Y/n due to your collapse at Fae's house, we are putting you on some Abuterol, these will just make your throat muscles more relaxed so you can breath easier." Dr. Smith said, handing me a script, and a note that I definitely cannot read. What is it with doctors and making stuff impossible to read? He tells me some more stuff about the times to take it and the amounts, but I just daydream about the person who may share a room with me. "And one more thing," Dr. Smith says, "we have found you a lung donor!"

A/n: Heya! I hope you like my book so far, please comment or drop a sneaky vote! I would like to thank my discord friends Ghostly_poison, It'z.Spotify, and Toastcrumbs for keeping me company!! I love you all!! (platonically)