Multiple nosebleeds.

Multiple bruises just by bumping my arms on the sides of the bed by accident.

Multiple pains in the knees.

Multiple feelings of lightheadedness.

And multiple times I had a fever.

Great. And this is just the beginning of my cancer.

I turn over in my bed and spot a plastic bag of clothes.

I look around and narrow my eyes, then assuming Adam had put them here, I look around.

I shrug and deciding that it's probably super early in the morning, I decide to try and sleep again, but of course with no luck.

I look around some more and spot my phone then reach over and grab it, then turn it on, the bright light radiating onto my face and taking me by surprise.

I look at the time and groan when I see it's three in the morning.

I sit up and look around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Most of the room is dark, except for the little strip of light filtering in from under the door.

My eyes dart around the room and I look down at the little spots the needles are protruding into my skin, injecting clear liquid.. Stuff, into my bloodstream.

I've noticed that I'm gaining weight. Slowly, but surely.

I can still see my ribs, but not as much. My arms aren't as thin, and neither are my legs.

Last time I got weighed, I was 106 pounds. After only a week.

Most girls would want to lose weight in under a week, but in this case it's flipped around.

I sigh and go onto Twitter, then see a new tweet Jordan sent out not too long ago.

What's he doing awake so early..?

I read the tweet and smile a bit.

Oh no. Hope you get better :( @ tee_jay_

Realizing he was responding to the selfie I posted on my social media I type a quick reply.

Right? Haha. I'm getting out today. See you soon? <3

I set my phone down and look at the door, waiting. Almost hoping that someone will come and get me out of here.

I've been having to force myself to eat this hospital food, which doesn't only smell nasty, but it tastes like fucking wet cat food.

Do not ask how I know that. Just don't.

I sigh after a couple minutes of waiting, and decide to catch another wink of sleep.

But of course, something has to interrupt that.

"Her names Tessa Janine Dahlberg. As soon as she's taken out of the hospital, she's just going to lose weight as fast as she gained it and poof.. One morning, she's not gonna wake up."

I stare at my wall, and think.

Maybe he's right.. What if I do die? There's no cure for Leukemia.

"And her cancer could get worse, without her or anyone else knowing it."

I feel my heartbeat slowly pick up.

I did want to die- when I was in that craphole. But now, I'm actually loving life.

Now knowing that I have to live the rest of my life with cancer, knowing that one day I'm gonna die..

I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut, yet for some reason I'm still unable to sleep.

I open my eyes and stare at literally nothing but the wall.

I do that for about ten, fifteen minutes before I finally fall asleep.

-

A few hours later, I'm shaken awake.

"Tee. Hey, wake up." Adam says, gently shaking my shoulder.

I brush his hand off of my shoulder before I stretch and sit up slowly.

"How'd you sleep?" Adam asks softly.

I smile and hold a thumb up before looking at the needles again and rolling my eyes.

"I know- we'll go in about an hour. Maybe more."

I roll my eyes and sigh.

An hour.

A freaking hour.

Are you serious.

I'd rather fucking die.

Wait. No.

I am dying.

Because cancer is a side effect of dying.

I listen to the steady beeping of my heart monitor, but the beeping eventually becomes irritating, so I groan and cover my ears.

Adam looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"I think that may actually be the first time I've heard you make a noise through your mouth." He says and smirks slightly.

I roll my eyes at him and raise an eyebrow slightly.

He laughs again and a smile forms on my face.

That's the laugh that makes my heart swell.

The laugh that makes me smile no matter what.

The laugh that gives me life.

I blink a few tears away.

How the hell did I get so lucky.

He let me convince him to come get me.

If he didn't, at this point I'd probably be dead.

Quite literally, at that.

I stare at the doctor as he walks in, hands Adam the bag that has the pill bottle in it, tells him how many times a day I need to take the pills, takes the needles out of my arms and leaves.

I shake my arms off and sigh, happy that I'm finally free before I flip the door off and shoo Adam out of the room so I can get changed.