Cancer

I woke up to the sound of banging on the door. I opened my eyes and saw I was still in Gerard's room, gripping onto his hand.

Ever since that second night I had become accustomed to sleeping in my wheelchair, holding onto Gerard's hand through the night. No one had denied me this simple pleasure, as most doctors were scared of me, I was dying, and my brother was overjoyed that I was making friends.

Even if it was with an unconscious boy who no one in the hospital actually knew.

I also locked the door at night out of old habits.

Now, as I woke up, there was something noticeably different.

There were these electrifying hazel eyes staring straight at me. I toppled over in my wheelchair, and he shot up, then let out this sharp scream, collapsing back down.

Now there was mass panic outside the door as Gerard screamed on the bed and my meds went flying all over the place, some falling out the door. I groaned sharply. It sounded like someone we were dying, which, technically, we both were. But still.

The door suddenly burst open and five doctors, headed by Toro, Frankie, Mikey and Tuck sprinted in. The doctors crowded around Gerard. Tuck lifted me into my wheelchair while Mikey and Frankie rounded up my meds. We quickly hooked them back up.

"Thanks." I sighed and they nodded, running over to Gerard's bed. He was screaming and trying to pull all of the things hooked up to him out. The doctors were holding him down, trying to talk, but he was screeching, trying to get those things out of him.

"HE'S AFRAID OF NEEDLES! HE'S AFRAID OF NEEDLES!" Mikey and Frankie shouted as they tried to get closer to Gerard. One of the doctors plunged a shot into his thigh and he screamed so loudly, until he passed out.

The doctors ushered us out and did whatever the hell they do. Mikey and Frankie looked so pleased that he was finally awake, and I was to. I couldn't stop thinking about those eyes. They were so beautiful and bright. And he was so calm, looking at this random bald girl in a wheelchair, hooked onto his hand.

He was so attractive I felt my heart flutter just thinking about him.

Shit.

No.

This cannot happen. I cannot have a crush. I am dying I cannot like anyone. I can't have feelings.

I can't be in love. I'm dying. I can't have feelings like this. I am not in love. I forbid it. I can't fall for someone.

I am fucking dying.

I looked straight into Frankie's eyes and he saw what I was thinking immediately.

Over the past two weeks, these two boys had become my brothers more than anything else. We knew everything about each other. I could tell what they felt just by looking, and apparently they could do the same.

Frankie nudged Mikey and he turned to me. Mikey bit his lip and Frankie smirked.

I cannot be in love.

I will not allow this to happen.

I.

Am.

Dying.

Notes

Ooh, Gerard has awakened!