Chapter 5: My Life Is Already Miserable Enough!
I woke up in an uncomfortable bed. I looked around and saw it was white everywhere. I looked around a bit more and saw a few nurses. One of the ran toward me and smiled at me. "I see that you're awake," she muttered more to herself than me.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"I have some bad news but before I tell you, I have to get your brother," she said and ran outside of the room I was in. Why am I in a Hospital? Why did Will bring me to a Hospital? I just got knocked out, right? And I had been fighting for a long time, I couldn't get knocked out with just one punch.
"Naomi!" I heard Will yell making me snap out of my thoughts. I sat up and opened my arms for him to hug me and he did. "Are you okay?"
"I think so," I told him.
"So, I have some bad news," the nurse started. "Last night, Naomi didn't get knocked out because of just one punch,"
"What's your point?" Will asked impatiently.
"Naomi has... Cancer," she whispered making my eyes go wide.
"WHAT?!" I screamed at her with tears in my eyes while Will comforted me. I looked over at him as a few tears escaped my eyes and he hugged me while I cried on his shoulder. I'm pretty sure he shed a few tears as well.
"She has blood cancer... Leukemia," the nurse said. I let go of the hug and turned toward her.
"Thank you," I muttered and she nodded and walked outside the room. I leaned back on the bed and cried my heart out.
Why do I have cancer? Please god, what did I do to deserve this? My life was already miserable enough! Are you just sitting up the laughing at all my misery? Probably were. I couldn't die like this. I couldn't leave Will. He deserves better. I'm not that scared to die, I just didn't want to leave Will. Please god, at least let me recover. Can I at least stay here with Will until he buys a house and goes to College? And then you can take me away. Please god, please.
My eyelids were feeling heavy so I shut them and let darkness take over me.
Why? It was the only question on my head. Why did Naomi have to leave me? She couldn't die yet. What did she do to deserve this? She is completely innocent. She couldn't hurt a fly. Except for the times she went street fighting but you get me, right? The word devastated was a huge understatement for how sad I was. I was outside Naomi's room right now waiting for the nurse to say that I can finally take her home. "Mr. William Johnson," I heard the same nurse call my name. I stood up and followed her inside Naomi's room. I saw he sitting on the same bed dressed in her usual clothes looking depressed. "You can take her home but give me your phone number incase we need to talk to you about Naomi's... Condition,"
I gave her my phone number and walked outside with Naomi. Since the Hospital was far away from our tent, I had to take a bus home. We were walking toward the bus station. "I-I'm sorry," I heard Naomi whisper.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked feeling really bad for her.
"Because I have Leukemia," she muttered. Why would she be apologizing? It's not her fault.
"Naomi, it's not your fault," I told her looking at her in the eye. We walked toward the bus and climbed in sitting on one of the seats.
"It might not be my fault," she started. "But I still won't be with you, I don't want to leave you here all alone with no family,"
Naomi has always had a big heart. She cares about everyone and anyone. "Naomi, don't say that," I told her sternly.
"Say what?" she asked dryly. "That I'm going to die because of stupid cancer?"
"You're not going to die, you're going to recover and stay healthy,"
"No I'm not Will," she said turning to face. "Open your eyes, this is cancer, Leukemia!"
"Naomi, have a little faith in yourself, will you?" I asked.
"I'm not going to have faith in myself when I know how it's going to end," she muttered. "Faith is not always the answer,"
"I'm not going to let you die whether you like it or not," I told her sternly.
We were in our tent now and Naomi hadn't said anything after our argument. She'd been sitting on the bed just crying. I didn't know what to do so I just gave her some alone time but she still hadn't said anything. I was seriously very worried for her. I walked toward the bed and sat next to her. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"If by okay you mean been depressed because I have cancer than yeah, I'm totally okay," she said giving me a sad look.
"Do you want anything?" I asked and she shook her head giving me a sad smile. "Can I do anything to help you?" I was basically pleading. I wanted to do something to make the pain hurt less.
"I could use a hug," she muttered with a sad grin stretched across her face. I hugged her and she hugged back. Suddenly I had a great idea. I started tickling her side making her jump out of my arms and run away. "I never talked about tickling,"
I laughed at her and chased her around the tent and when I finally got her, I started to tickle her making her laugh really hard. "Are you finished the art project at school?" I asked her out of nowhere and stopped tickling her.
"No, why?" she asked.
"You're partners with Dylan," I told her.
"Oh, no," she muttered. "Why did you remind me?"
"Because I can not wait to see his face with a cast on his nose," I said.
"Dylan is such a jerk,"
When it was around 12:00, we decided to go to bed.
Were you guys surprised by Naomi's condition? Till the next chapter,
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