Mysterious illness

How it started.

9:33p.m

Here I am laying in a plastic feeling bed in such discomfort, a flat pillow which feels like it's been covered with a Tesco bag, and a duvet that's been dragged on the rough floor of the street. You'd think the NHS would invest in some decent comfort, I suppose the drugs mask these problems. A drip in the back of my hand constantly pinching me. I feel isolated here. I should appreciate it more, at least I get a little box room to myself. I commanded to be alone, I process things better when I'm a loner. I need loner time most definatley now, this news is going to be hard to get my head around. 

7:40a.m 

Eminem headlights is eminem a best song for sure. I sit on the bus listening to that exact song thinking that exact thing. My eyes are closed, so I'm basically picturing an eminem concert, that beautiful artist stood in centre stage rapping his huge heart of feelings away. Me in the middle of the crowd, my huge mop of hair bouncing up and down as I pound my fist in the air. Wouldn't that be the dream. But I open my eyes from the dream and take a good glance at the fields that is reality. The bus turns to the right into the school. We stop, out the window I see my beautiful girlfriend Hallie talking to her even more gorgeous best friend Josie. I caught Hallie's eye and she waved enthusiastically at me. I got off the bus Hallie was waiting, I grabbed her hand and we walked to our normal hang out by the music class room. We sat on the steps together, I offered her one of my earphones and we listened to eminem together. The bell rang and I walked to form, I felt especially shocken up this morning, I was esuming it's the amount of energy drinks I've been drinking recently. After listening to the teacher lecture us about how drugs and alcohol are bad for us, the bell for break about time rang. I made my way down the to the field, still feeling quite unwell. Hallie was sat on the bench talking to some of her girlfriends, she looked behind and saw me, instantly running up to me as if she hadn't seen me in weeks. We walked hand in hand across the field. I felt light headed as if I was about to collapse. A pain crept down my legs as if I was being shot a hindered times, -not that I would know what that felt like-. "Are you alright?" Hallie asked in concern. "Yea..". My legs gave way and I fel to the ground. I stopped functioning after that, all I could hear was a bunch of nothing. It was dark. It felt like seconds, I woke up from what felt like a nap, where I slept in an awkward position. I was on my side, I made awear of my surroundings. The school nurse was meal to front of my head, Hallie holding my hand tightly and a teacher who's legs was acting as a pillow for my head. I attempted to get up. "Just stay still for me" the nurse said. "Are you alright?" Hallie asked in a croaky voice, she was crying, I nodded stiffly. "The ambulance is on it's way" the nurse said as she patted my shoulder. 

The ambulance arrived in due time, I got into a wheelchair, I felt so silly, I was so able to walk by myself, it's not like I had my legs cut off. I then got whisked away in the ambulance, Hallie was by my side still with a tough grip on my hand as if she was keeping hold of me to the earth or something. We got to the hospital, I was pushed in, my mum was already there in such worry. She called for me and held my other hand. I was pushed to a cubicle where I waited for at least half an hour. A male doctor came in and did a basic examination which made me feel quite uncomfortable really. He instructed the nurse to do a bunch of tests, which are probably unnecessary, I only fainted, not like it gonna be a growth on my brain or anything. After changing into a hospital gown which made me look like a clown I waited for hours, just watchi everybody pass, Hallie lying next to me and my mum sitting in the chair the other side of me. The doctor finally arrived and by then Hallie had gone home and it was me my mum and dad, the doctor looked more serious than before which raised some concerns. He closed the curtain behind him as he entered and stood at the end of the bed. "All the results have come back, and I'm afraid it's bad news.. In the CT scan there seems to be some sort of growth in your brain which has grown to a size, I'm surprised this is the first of the symptoms." We all say in silence, I was the only one who had enough courage to ask further questions. "What is this growth?" "Well, from what I can tell it's not cancerous, but it may be a mutated growth, because I haven't seen Somehtign quite like it"  he showed me the black and white image of my brain. "It may just look like a ball, but I can tell you it's much more" he said trying to humour me. I nodded and smiled at him. " so I'm going to check you in to the oncology ward, just inprecaution, and they'll take it from there. Is there any other questions?" It was silent. "Ok, I'll give you guys a minute to let it all sink in". The doctor who I thought was an asshole but actually seemed alright left the room with a pile of horrific information. My mum broke down into tears, my dad comforting her, I just stared into one spot. After I was admitted to the oncology ward, I was given a room of  my own, which was alright I guess. A nurse all nice and dandy came in and did her job by setting me up to the machines and asking if I needed anything. By now it was 11:30p.m. I insisted that my mum went home, she took a lot of persuasion. I sat there counting the amount of people walked past my room. It was a mixed feeling between scared and shocked. Of course the thought of me dying was in there somewhere. That one shot of a life, is not going to plan.