Doctor

Louise's POV

I hated waiting. Waiting only added to the strong feeling of nervousness which engulfed me. I was so glad Ed was here.

"Stop stressing. It'll be fine." Ed assured me, squeezing my hand which he was already holding.

We were in the waiting room and the time was 1:49pm. My appointment was supposed to be at 1:30pm. They were running late.

"Ed, I wanna go home. Don't make me go in there." I shook my head and stood up from my seat. "I can't bare waiting any longer."

"Come on, Lou. It'll be-" Ed began.

"Louise Clark to Room 7." The lady at the desk called out.

"Look, the doctor is ready for you and I'll be right with you, nothing is going to happen. We're just talking, remember?" Ed reminded me.

"Okay." I sighed and he held his hand out for me and I took it.

He lead me down the corridor, all the way down to Room 7. I glared at the door which was a plain brown colour and inhaled a deep breath. With a moment of hesitation, I knocked on the door.

"Come in." I heard a woman's voice say.

Refusing to let go of Ed's hand, I pushed the door open, plastering a fake smile on my face in the hopes of not looking petrified.

"Hello, you must be Louise Clark. My name is Doctor Ward." She told me. Her smile was warm and welcoming and the way she conducted herself told me she was professional yet friendly.

"Hi, is it okay if my boyfriend can stay?" I asked her then looked to Ed.

"Yes, of course." She smiled warmly.

Ed and I both sat down on the opposite side of her desk.

"Well, I'm going to get straight to the point with this." She began. "You have a cancerous tumour which needs to be removed as soon as possible to prevent the cancer from spreading any further."

"What does that mean?" Ed asked.

"We will have to book you in for an operation tomorrow morning." She revealed.

"S-sorry what? An operation? Tomorrow?" My heart rate rapidly increased.

"The sooner we remove the tumour, the better." Dr. Ward explained.

"Lou?" Ed's face looked pained as he looked down at our interlocked hands. Only then did I realise that I squeezing his hand hard and that his hand had gone bright red.

"Shit, sorry." I let go and he rubbed his hand.

"It's fine." He offered me a smile.

I watched as the doctor typed away at her computer. This was happening way too fast. An operation? I'd never had one before and I never wanted one.

"Is tomorrow at 10am good for you?" She asked me. God, it was like I was booking a hair appointment or something.

"No." I lied and stood up, pushing my chair back. "It's not."

"Louise..." Ed looked at me.

"No, Ed. I don't want to. I'm fine." I told him.

"No you're not. This will help." Ed persuaded.

What if I didn't want help?

"Miss Clark, honestly the operation is nothing to worry about. You will be under an anaesthetic, you won't feel a thing." Dr Ward assured.

"What are my chances of survival?" I asked.

"For the operation? There's no threat-" She started.

"No. I mean as a whole. The cancer." I was straightforward. I needed to know.

"Louise, don't think like that." Ed looked up to me.

"I need to know." I told him.

"Well, I'm unable to tell you that until you have the operation and we take some tests." Dr Ward explained.

"Oh..." I looked at the ground.

"10am will be fine." Ed answered on my behalf. "Thanks."

"After that we will discuss what treatments will be needed." She informed us.

"Okay." Ed nodded.

"Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me?" She asked us.

Ed looked up to me and I shook my head.

"No, but thanks." Ed replied and stood up too.

"Bye." I waved and walked out of the room, Ed following behind.

"What was that?" Ed grabbed my wrist, stopping me from walking.

"What do you mean?" I asked looking him straight in the eye.

"Why did you practically just say you didn't want to get better?" Ed asked.

"I never said that." I denied.

We were standing face to face and quite close to each other as well. His hand was still loosely wrapped around my wrist but he moved it up to touch the side of my cheek.

"We will get through it, Lou." He spoke quietly.

"Operations are scary, Ed." I admitted my fear to him.

"Is that why you said you didn't want it? Because you're frightened?" He locked his eyes with mine and I nodded my head. "Louise, it's okay to be scared you know."

"I know..." I looked at the ground.

"Listen," He lifted my chin up so I was looking at him. "The operation will be fine: you'll be fine."

"You're coming with me, right?"

"Of course." He offered me a smile.

"I love you, so much." I spoke my mind.

"I love you more." He knelt down and our lips meshed together moving in perfect sync.

I had fallen hard for this boy and I knew he had fallen hard for me too. It sort of made me want to cry knowing that he was with me. Not tears of sadness, yet not tears of joy. Just tears. Is that weird? I guess I was so overwhelmed with emotions and feelings, I just needed to let it out.

We drew away from our kiss and he looked down at me with that adorable face of his. I couldn't hold it in. Tears unwillingly spilled from my eyes and trailed down my face.

"Hey, come here." Ed's voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around me, comforting me with his hug.

Why was I crying? I needed to stop right now. I was being pathetic. Especially since I had no idea as to why I was crying.

"It's okay." Ed softly spoke as he stroked my hair. My tears began to wet the shoulder of his shirt so I pulled away from him. He held both of my hands and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." I apologised.

"Don't be." He offered me a smile. "Now turn that frown upside down missy."

He pulled up his shirtsleeve and wiped it underneath my eyes. His delicate touch was enough to keep me at ease.

"How does a movie marathon, ice cream and onesies sound?" He attempted to cheer me up.

"What type of ice cream?" I challenged, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ben and Jerry's cookie dough, duh. What type of person do you take me for?" He fake gasped.

"Mmm, cookie dough. I accept." I forced a smile on to my face.

"Then that's exactly what we shall do." He kissed the top of my head and wiped my cheek once more.

With one of my hands safely in his, he lead me down the corridor of the doctor's surgery.

My stomach felt weird as I continued to fight back tears. I then realised exactly why I was crying just then. I was just too frightened to admit it. I was crying for Ed. He was so in love with me and I was truly in love with him. But there was always that one thought that clouded my mind which was the reason for my crying. That one thought that ate away at me.

What if the operation told me something bad? What would happen to Ed if the news wasn't good? How would we both cope? Would our relationship survive? And the scariest question of all...

What if I died?