What will I do??? Canada X Reader

First Chemo

P/G= Parent(s)/Guardian(s)
H/C= Hair Color

        You wake up on this dreaded morning that you didn't want to come. Luckily, you don't have to go to school today. On the other hand, today was your first chemotherapy treatment and let's just say you weren't jumping for joy. You decide to stay in your pajamas for the day and just brush out your hair, eat some breakfast, then brush your teeth. Your P/G takes you to the hospital for the treatment, and you text your friends back at school for some moral support and to keep them informed on what's happening.

        You hope to get into an accident or something so you don't have to go to the hospital. For some reason you have an almost fear of hospitals. It may be the fact that it smells weird, or maybe that there are a bunch of sick people there, possibly that you don't like doctors, or even that you don't want to be there at all. It's probably all of it combined. When you do eventually get there, you are put in your own room and you have to change into an ugly hospital gown that hardly covers your backside, so you take another one and put it on backwards that way you'll be covered.

        You lay on a plain bed with white sheets and matching blankets. They soon give you some ugly blue hospital socks to put on. Then in about 30 minutes they take you to get your chemotherapy treatment, until then, you watch some tv. Sadly, there is nothing on this early in the morning. Once you do go to the room you're supposed to be in, you lay on a table and they roll you into this huge machine with a hole for you to go in.

        You feel almost like a battery being put into a TV remote. You fit perfectly into the machine thing and the treatment goes on. You get really bored and decide to take a nap. By the time you wake up, you're all done and back in your hospital room all tucked into the blankets. Your P/G smiles at you and asks how your doing. "Good."

        You yawn and see a little teddy bear next to you and a build a bear gift card from you P/G. "Hey, do you think we can go to build a bear after this?" "Sure." You smile then grab your brush you conveniently had next to you, then start to brush out your hair. You notice H/C strands attaching to your brush like they were magnets. After you brush your hair, you look in a mirror and can see a significant amount of your hair has fallen out already. You frown and put on your favorite hat, then you determine you look okay for now. You P/G goes to make sure everything is in order, then takes you to the car.