Demi couldn't feel her own breathing. Against her will, She moved back to the door.
"Dr. Simpson is an oncologist; an expert on this sort of cancer. She can explain better than I can." Dr. Efron was saying. Then a new voice came--the other doctor. At first Demi could only catch scattered phrases that didn't seem to mean anything: Adenocarcinoma, splenic venous occlusion, Stage Three. Medical jargon. Then Dr. Simpson said, "To put it simply, the problem is that the tumor has spread. It's spread to the liver and the lymph nodes around the pancread. That means it's unresectable--we can't operate."
Ian said, "But chemotherapy . . ."
"We might try a combination of radiation and chemotherapy with something called 5-flouorouracil. We've had some results with that. But I won't mislead you. At best it may improve her survival time by a few weeks. At this point we're looking at palliative measures--ways to reduce her pain and improve the quality of the time she has left. Do you understand?
Demi could hear choking sobs from her mother, but she couldn't seem to move. She felt as if she were listening to some play on the radio. As if had nothing to do with her.
Dr. Efron said, "There are some research protocols right here in southern california. They're experimenting with immunotherapy and cryogenic surgery. Again, we're talking about palliation rather than a cure---"
"Damn it!" Ian's voice was explosive. "You're talking about a LITTLE GIRL! How did this get to--to Stage Three--without anybody noticing? This kid was dancing all night two days ago?"
"Mr. Somerhalder, I'm sorry," Dr. Simpson said so softly that Demi could barely pick up the words. "This kind of cancer is called a silent disease, because there are very few symptoms until it's very far advanced. That's why the survival rate is so low. And I have to tell you that Demi is only the second teenager I've seen with this kind of tumor. Dr. Efron made an extremely acute diagnosis when he decided to send her in for testing."
"I should have know," Nina, Demi's mother said in a think voice. "I should have made her come in sooner. I should have--I should have--"
There was a banging sound. Demi looked around the door, forgetting to be inconspicuous. Her mother was hitting the Formica tbale over and over. Ian was trying to stop her.
Demi reeled back.
Oh, God. I've got to get out of here. I can't see this. I can't look at this. She turned and walked back down the hall. her legs moved. Just like always. Amazing that they still worked. And everything around her was just like always. The nursing station was still decorated for the Fourth of July. Her suitcase was still on the padded window seat in her room. The hardwood flood was still solid underneath her. Everything was the same--but how could it be? How could the walls be still standing? How could the TV be blaring in the next room?
I'm going to doe, Demi thought.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel frightened. What she felt was vastly surprised. And the surpise kept coming, over and over, with every thought being interrupted by those four words. It's my fault because (I'm going to die). I didn't go to the doctor's sooner. Ian said "Damn" for me (I'm going to die). I didn't know he liked me enough to swear.
Her mind was racing wildly.
SOmething in me, she thought. I'm going to die because of something thats inside me, like that alien in the movie. It's in me right now. Right now.
She put both hands to her stomach, then pulled up her T-shirt to stare at her abdmen. The skin was smooth, unblemished. She didn't feel any pain. But it's in there and I'm going to die because of it. DIe soon. I wonder howsoon? I didn't hear them talk about that.
I need Joe.
Demi reached for the phone with a feeling that her hand was detached from her body. She dialed, thinking, Please Be there.
But this time it didn't work. The phone rang and rang. WHen the answering machine came on, "Call me at the hospital." Then she hung up and stared at the plastic pitcher of ice water by her bedside. He'll get in later, she thought. And then he'll call me. I just have to hang on until then. Demi wasn't sure why she thought this, but suddenly it was her goal. To hang on until she could talk to Joe. She didn't need to think about anything until then; She just had to survive. Once she talked to Joe, she could figure out what she was supposed to be feeling, what she was supposed to do now.
There was a light knock on the door. Startled, Demi looked up to see her mother and Ian. For a moment all she could focus on was their faced, which gave her the strange illuion that the faces were floating in midair.
Her mother had red and swollen eyes. Ian was pale, like a piece of crumped white paper, and his jaw looked stubbly and dark in contrast.
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Oh no, He's Popular a Jemi Story Episode 6by MegaMaja97206 views
when can u post d next 1? its REALLY good
s0nGsiiNgiiNgUrLL 8 months ago
Wow,,,i think this was epic and sad. wow is all i can say..
PLEASE post the next one..IM BEGGING YOU.
Do i have to get on my knees and beg? Because I WILL!
<3
jemilovers13 8 months ago