Sick

Ed's POV

Louise came rushing down the stairs after finishing her shower. I walked towards her when I noticed the worry and confusion which flushed her face.

"Are you okay?" I spoke.

"Erm, uh, I..." Louise looked petrified.

"Louise?" I held both of her hands which were both stone cold. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." She snatched her hands out of my grip. "I, erm, I have to go."

"What, why? Where?" I was befuddled.

"No reason. I just want some fresh air, I'm fine." Louise mumbled.

Fine? She definitely didn't seem fine. What had happened? I was extremely concerned. She was fine just a moment ago.

"Let me come with you then." I replied.

"No, it's okay." She immediately interjected. "I'll see you later."

"But-" I began but she had already scurried passed me and gone out the front door.

Why was she in such a hurry to go? Did I say something? Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was good... I guess I thought wrong.

Instantly, my phone vibrated inside the pocket of my ripped jeans. I carefully retrieved it and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" I said.

"Ed! Hey, it's Jamal!" My friend Jamal, who had moved to America, greeted.

"Jamal! Woah man, how are ya?" I beamed. I hadn't talked to him since he left for America a few weeks back.

"I'm good man. Life here is sweeeet. What about you lad?"

"Man, it's amazing. You know that girl Louise who was our waitress when we went to that restaurant where you told me you were leaving?"

"Yeah, the one you chased after?"

"Yeah well, she's living with me now. We're a couple." I smiled.

"Ohhh yes Ed! Proud of you man." Jamal said.

"I'm so happ-" I began.

"Ah shit, Ed. Something just came came up, I gotta shoot. Talk later man."

"Oh, alright."

"Bye." He hung up abruptly.

What was it with very quick, short conversations today? Was I missing something? The main thing that baffled me was Louise's strange behaviour. Something was up.

And I was going to find out.

Louise's POV

Where was I going? What was I doing? Gosh, I needed to stop being so pathetic. It was just a lump, why was I freaking out? It was probably nothing; I was overreacting.

Cancer...

Just a lump? Ha. That's what my mum thought. And where is she now? Yeah... I needed to book an appointment with the doctor. Fast. But right now, I needed to sit down.

I walked over to a brown, wooden bench and sat down in the shivering cold. Gosh, I could have at least brought a jacket; it was freezing.

I sat back and let thoughts overwhelm my mind. How could this be happening again? After mum... it wasn't fair! I didn't deserve this. Even though I hadn't gone to the doctors yet, I knew in my heart it was true.

I had cancer.

A single tear trickled down my face as I thought of my mum and her difficult struggle to tackle the disease. But I was stronger, wasn't I? I could fight this, couldn't I?

Absentmindedly, my hand went in search for my mobile and I dialled the number for my doctors. After 3 rings, someone picked up.

"Hello, Framlingham Health Centre. This is Joanne speaking. How can I help?" The lady spoke.

"Hi, I'd like to book an appointment with the doctor as soon as possible. My name is Louise Clark." I explained.

"Certainly," I heard the typing from a keyboard on the other end as I waited for Joanne to reply. "The next one we have is in the new year I'm afraid."

"What? I can't wait that long." I protested. It was only the beginning of December.

"Terribly sorry Miss Clark, it's just that your doctor has gone on his Christmas holidays." She informed me. Gosh how I despised Christmas.

"Isn't there another doctor I can see then?" I pleaded.

"Well..." She sounded as if she was contemplating something.

"Please." I begged.

"Well we have had a cancellation for tomorrow morning at 9:25AM, but it's not with your doctor." She said.

"That's perfect! That would be amazing."

"Alright then. We'll see you tomorrow then Louise." She rang off.

I exhaled a huge sigh. I was going to be okay. I was going to get checked out and everything was going to be fine. Well, so I told myself.

I closed my eyes tightly and forced any tears that wanted to escape in. I was going to be strong. I wasn't going to freak out about nothing.

After a few minutes of just sitting down with my eyes shut, I finally opened them. And there he was. Ed. Just sitting peacefully next to me, not making a sound.

"How long have you been sitting there?" My voice was hoarse and cracked mid sentence. I coughed to clear my throat.

"Only a minute. You seemed deep in thought. What's wrong Louise?" He asked, genuinely worried and concerned.

Should I tell him? I was just freaking out about nothing, wasn't I? He would probably think I was stupid.

"Before, I told you my parents died?" I made him recall our conversation from this morning. "Well, it just kind of got to me. Memories came flooding back."

Okay, so I wasn't properly lying. I was half telling the truth.

"Oh..."

"Yeah and I'm not feeling too well, I feel kind of sick actually." I told him. Now that was 100% the truth. I did feel extremely sick.

"Oh, here take this." He took his jacket off and wrapped it around me. That felt nice and war and smelt of Ed. "If you're not feeling well-"

"I'll be fine. Honestly." I lied. My stomach actually really did feel weird. It was like a gymnastics team were putting on a show in my stomach.

"Well, I'm taking you home." Ed stated.

"Okay." I agreed as I was freezing my butt off.

He stood up and held his hand out for my to take. I willingly took it and stood up. Suddenly, everything went a bit blurry and I began to get dizzy. I steadied myself.

"You alright?" Ed asked.

"Uhm," A sickly feeling welled up in my stomach as I clutched my sides. "I think, I think I'm gonna-"

I ran off into a corner where there was a bush and willingly threw up the contents of my breakfast. I felt hands clasp around my hair as I let everything out. Once I had finished, I moved away, water welling up in my eyes.

"Holy shit man." I clutches my stomach and sat back down on the bench. That was so embarrassing. I just threw up in front of Ed.

"Here," Ed magically had a bottle of water in his hands. Where did that come from? "Drink."

"Thanks." I took it and gulped the water down. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, don't apologise." He said. "You're really ill, you can't go into work today. I'll call Liam."

"I...uh." I wasn't really in the right state to argue with him right now. "Okay."

"I'll take care of you." He smiled and held out his hand for me once again.

"You're amazing you are."

"I know. Now come on my sick little monkey." He grinned.

"Alright." I agreed.

So I might have cancer. Might. But as long as I had Ed with me, I knew I'd be just fine.

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Sorry about the small chapter!! I was unsure of what to write. I hope you're all liking my story so far. There's loads more to come:) Stay with me guys!!

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