Chapter Nine

                                    

                                          
Back at the hospital...
                          
*Katrina's POV*
                          
I followed the doctor out of the room, wondering whether or not if I should've.
                          
"So, you have a boyfriend who's in a coma?" The doctor asked after realizing the awkward silence going on throughout the hallway.
                          
"Yes, keep up." I responded being sort of...well, not sort of, really rude.
                          
I couldn't help it though. I was just mad at the world for giving bad luck today, and probably giving Troye worse luck.
                          
"Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't you?" He asked.
                          
"No!"
                          
"Well, your sure acting like it." He mumbled just loud enough for me to hear.
                          
I continued down the hallway and into the elevator, down to the second floor.
                          
"So, why exactly does Matthew want to see me?" I ended up asking.
                          
"I'm pretty sure his doctor said that he was going into surgery and wanted you to be there." He responded.
                          
"But why me? Shouldn't he have some hospital friends by now?"
                          
"Well, the thing is, when your in a hospital, you have no time to make friends. You're in and out of surgery and stuff. You're in a hospital to get better, not to be social."
                          
"Are you kidding me? You should at least be happy when you get put in a place like this!"
                          
At that moment, the elevator doors opened and I ran out.
                          
Literally, the only good thing's that happened to me today were when I got to see Troye, and when the elevator doors opened at the best moment, for me to make my dramatic exit.
                          
I already knew where Matthews room was since I helped him up to it earlier. 
Which was kind of a good thing. I honestly didn't want to go back to that doctor and ask for help. 
                          
I walked into his room, finding him sitting on a stretcher, waiting to get pushed into an operating room or whatever they call it. 
                          
No nurses or doctors were in their at the moment so I was safe. 
                          
"Hey, what's up?" I asked getting his attention and startling him a bit. 
                          
"Well, for starters, I'm going into surgery. Doesn't that sound amazing?" He replied sarcastically. 
                          
A laughed a little and sat down next to him on the stretcher.
                          
"Are you scared?" I asked being more serious than I should've been.
                          
"This is my first surgery in a long time, so yea, I'll be a little frightened until everything comes back to me and they explain everything."
                          
"Wow, your strong for a kid."
                          
"Yea, but theirs a good side of having Cancer, it's not just the service,"
                          
"Really? What is it?"
                          
"Cancer perks."