Chapter Nineteen

Dylan

"Alright Dylan, You ready for these test to see what that cancer is doing?" The doctor asked. I turned and looked at everyone. Kyle, Mom, Britt, and Dad. They all had a look of hope written all over their faces. I sure hope that these test come back good. I can't stand being in here another day.

It's been two and a half weeks since Kyle and I had our moment on the beach. Ever since then I have been throwing up like crazy. I guess the treatment is working. It better for me puking my brains up like that.

I turned back to the doctor and nodded.

I gave them one last smile before the nurses pulled up a wheel chair and sat me down in the seat. It's so funny how easily they can lift me up off the bed. I am not that small, am I?

"You're boyfriend is really cute, ya' know. You are lucky to have him." The olde nurse said to my right. I looked up at her and smiled.

"I know." I replied, looking back down.

I started to play with my fingers nervously, praying to god that he has answered my prayers.

"Nervous, huh?" The younger nurse asked me.

I turned to my left and looked up; nodding in response.

She patted my back and frowned.

"I know this is going to be good. You are a fighter Dylan." She told me.

I gulped and nodded before looking back down. I sure hope I am as strong as everyone thinks I am.

~Kyle~

"You okay?" Britt asked me as I paced back and forth in the room.

I turned to her and ignored her before started pacing back and forth once again. I sure hope Dylan is ok. He has been gone for three hours. How long does the fucking test take?!

"Kyle." I heard Liz's voice call.

I stopped and looked over by the window where her and Britt/ Dylan's dad were sitting.

"Calm down. He is going to be ok." Liz told me.

I nodded and looked out the door to see if he was coming.

"God, where is he?!" I huffed.

I turned back around and started pacing back and forth again. I did this for a good hour before I heard my baby's voice.

"Kyle." Dylan spoke.

I turned around and he was looking up at me with a confused look. I smiled and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You had me worried." I spoke, reading his thoughts.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"I know." He told me. I chuckled as well and pulled away.

"So when will we know the results?" Liz asked the nurses.

"They should be ready in a few hours." They said and walked out.

I huffed and walked Dylan over to his bed.

Dylan groaned once he sat down and looked up at all of us.

"Can you guys give me a little bit? I just need to do something." Dylan told all of us.

"Why?" I asked.

Dylan grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"I just need time to myself. That's all." He told me.

"I love you so, so much." I told him.

He smiled at me and said, "I love you more."

I nodded and walked out along with everyone else.

I knew he was lying. Something is wrong. I can tell.