Chapter Six

I was in sitting in the waiting room of my hospital. My hospital? How sad, isn't it?

I was waiting for my treatment to begin. I think, by know I could have performed the procedure myself. You sit down, they poke you with the needle, and you wait for the ''medicine" to kill the cancer cells, and hope that it doesn't kill all of your good cells as well.

The operation took a small part of my brain, where the imposter was located. But, since the doctors are never sure about anything, I still had to go through chemo. The nurse called my name. She ushered me into the room and started the treatment. At that moment, Zach walked in. "Thanks Monica, I'll take it from here."

I assumed the nurse was called Monica, cause if she wasn't, I had a nut job as a doctor. That made me laugh.

"Is something funny?" He sat down, in the chair next to me.

"Nope. Just remembered something," you never ask a crazy person if they are crazy. Never.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"You like to talk about feelings a lot, don't you?"

He rewarded me with a smile. There we go with that smile, again. Too cute.

"It's ok. I've been having some light headaches, dizziness, and I noticed a big bruise on my hand yesterday, but other than that, everything is just peachy."

"That's perfectly normal. Which, I'm sure you already know. You are going to have this treatment today, then a couple of weeks off, then another one."

"I know the drill," I smiled weakly. I thought this was a perfect time and place for my plan. No, not the devious plan of me stealing back my boyfriend. The other plan.

"I want to do things," I plainly stated.

He looked at me, surprised.

"I want to do things like skydiving, paintballing…. or bungee jumping or climbing a mountain and camping on top of it, all the things I was always scared off, I want to do them all. And before you say that it's dangerous, I know it is, and that's exactly why I want to do them."

"It's dangerous even for people who aren't going through chemo. Whose bodies are healthier than yours. You do realize that some of those things you want to do, you can't do without it being approved by a doctor?" He was in his serious, doctor mode.

"That's exactly why I'm telling you."

"I'm not approving it."

Oh, how easy it is to ruin someone's dreams. Except, I wasn't going down so easily.

"What will it take for you to approve it? You see, I had a lot of time to think about this, and I will be doing this with or without your approval, I'm just being polite and asking you for one. If I don't get it, I will find a way."

"You should keep that strength and that fight inside you have, for the treatment."

"What will it take for you to approve it?" I repeated the question. I wasn't backing down.

Silence.

"I need to be there. I have to make sure you do it safely, and you don't get hurt."

There, that was easy. Why, was it easy? I'm not going to question that. I was making it a habit. A habit of not pursuing the things I don't think I should know about.

"Great," I was so happy.

"Your family won't allow it."

"It's not up to them. I'm not a minor anymore. I'm responsible for my decisions, and I'm going with this one."

"I will have to tell them," he continued. He has been so serious the whole time, someone would think we were talking about something life threatening. I laughed, again.

"It's not funny."

"I know, I know, sorry," I nodded.

After the treatment was done, he walked me to his office.

So, now I was sitting across him, while he was on the phone with my folks.

I could hear mother trying to argue, but he kept his tone calm, assuring her that I won't be alone, and he will be there to look after me. And who better to look after you, then your own doctor. He was about to be my personal bodyguard.

Then, he stood up from his chair, and stepped outside of his office, leaving me there to sit awkwardly. The only thing I could do was look at some wallpapers he had plastered on the wall. Medical wallpapers. Pretty boring and expected. I wondered where he keeps the dirty ones. No, stop it. I shook my head, trying not to let my mind go there. After a few minutes, I heard the murmur stop and he entered back, and sat in his chair, again.

"They agreed, under one condition. The moment you feel sick, we're done, and I'll make sure we are done."

"Ok," I nodded.