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Is it a really bad thing that I have the ending written out, but I can't even begin to write the next few chapters?

"I don't know. Now I'm not so sure. I've never been this scared before in my life."

Sleep evaded her for the most night.

In her whole life, she couldn't remember being this scared. It was gnawing at her, invading her thoughts, and plaguing her dreams.

By the time she finally fell asleep, it was three in the morning. She only had four hours until the session.

The nurses came in and took her away.

Zach had the curtains drawn around her bed, so she assumed he was asleep. In reality, he had been awake all night as well.

He knew what she must've been going through. After all, it was only a few short months ago that he had been in the exact same position.

When he heard the nurses come in and take her, he felt dread creeping in. It would only be a short amount of time until she would be in pain. He told himself he felt this anxious because no one should have to go through chemo. It was absolutely horrible.

His breakfast came and he ate it without really tasting it.

He tried to watch some television to distract himself but to no avail. He gave up and just let his thoughts consume him until darkness creeped in and he fell asleep.

He was awoken by the sounds of someone emptying their stomachs.

Of course he had heard this sound before, most of the time he was the one emptying his stomach.

It took a second before he realized just where this noise was coming from, or to be more exact, from who it was coming from.

He could hear her moans as the pain became too much.

His own stomach contracted as he continued to listen.

Without really thinking about it, he walked over to the bathroom and opened the door.

There she was, kneeling in front of the toilet, hunched over it actually and emptying out her stomach.

He could see some of it in her hair.

He walked the rest of the distance to her in two strides and without a second thought he grabbed her hair.

They stayed like that for a while.

Finally, she seemed to be better, she was about to get up, but was pushed back down gently.

"Don't. Not yet, it's still not over. give it another ten minutes."

Sure enough, he was right. Within ten minutes she was back to square one.

He held her hair and he wondered why he was even doing it in the first place.

He hadn't actively thought about doing this and was now questioning why he was still doing it.

Oh right, because he knew what it felt like. He knew what it was like to go through this alone and it wasn't something he would ever wish on someone.

She wasn't embarrassed. Not in the slightest, which was odd, because she was easily embarrassed.

Something about his presence was oddly calming, even though she only knew him for a short amount of time. Had it been anyone else, she would have been embarrassed and feeling uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because he was also a cancer patient. He knew what she was going through.

He stayed with her, even though she hadn't asked him. He didn't seem bothered by the smell either, which surprised her even more because she was getting more nauseous from it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her stomach settled.

"Umm, maybe you should shower. It always helps me, you know, feel better."

"Yeah, I think I will. Thanks."

"Do you think you can do it yourself? Or do you want me to call one of the nurses?"

"I'll be fine."

"Okay."

He turned to wash his hands in the sink and left the bathroom.

Back in his bed, he thought about what had just happened.

It was definitely out of character for him.

He wasn't the type of person to just do something nice for a stranger.

But she wasn't really a stranger, was she?

She was his roommate. He would have to live with her until either of their treatments were over.

But hadn't he been determined to ignore her existence just a few days ago?

Before he could get too far into his reasoning for helping her, the bathroom door opened and she stepped out.

He looked at her as she walked back to the bed.

Once she was situated, she began to redden slightly.

"Thank you. For holding my hair back there. I was sure that I had already thrown up all over it."

"You're welcome."

A moment of silence passed and Zach wished he had said more, but it would now seem awkward and out of place.

"Does it get better after the first time?" her voice trembled slightly. She was dreading her next chemo appointment.

"I wish I could say yes, but no, not really. You just get used to it. In the sense that you know what to expect. It becomes less of a surprise. My first time, I ended up throwing up around the toilet. I didn't even make it in there.

It was a huge mess, it wasn't until the second or third time wave that I finally reached the toilet. I felt awful for the nurse and janitor that had to clean it up."

This was the first piece of information that he had freely offered.

He would look back on this moment, in the years to come, and know this was when it started. This was the moment that everything would begin to shift.

He wasn't an open person, that much he knew. He was reserved and quiet, he always knew what people were like, by observing them. He was the one to obtain information, not give it up.

He reasoned it was because she was tired and possibly groggy from the medicine. She may not even remember this the next day.

"Oh my gosh, really?"

"Yeah, you can ask the nurse, she was there."

"Should I keep the thrash can near me?"

"Definitely. Avoid all food for now," he said just as the nurse came in carrying a tray of food.

Cammie wrinkled her nose as the smell of Zach's food reached her.

"Sorry," he murmured and scooted his tray farther from her.

He began to eat as she watched television.

"Music always helped me," he said as he noticed she rubbed her temples and closed her eyes.

"Sounds like a good idea but I don't have my phone."

"You can use mine if you want."

She was taken aback by this.

One thing was holding her hair, but offering up some information on himself and his phone were very different things. Maybe she wouldn't have been so surprised had they had a different beginning.

He had been so cold and unwelcoming the first day, but today he had been nothing but polite and nice.

She could see some indecision in his expression, as if he was questioning his actions, but before he could recant his offer, she accepted.

He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his phone and earphones and handed them to her.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She put the headphones on and scrolled through his playlist. She chose one and proceeded to close her eyes.

Zach continued to eat his dinner and was soon watching her.

Not in a creepy way, but in observation.

he could sense that there would be change in their relationship (if they could even call it that?) because of the way he treated her.

He had to know what he was getting himself into.

At a first glance, you could tell that Cammie was pretty.

Not in an overstated way, it didn't immediately hit you.

It wasn't the type of beauty that caught your attention with one glance, it was a subtle beauty.

She seemed to have a slim, athletic body, which only caused him to feel a bit sorry for her.

In a matter of months, or even sooner, the slight fullness in her face would be gone, thanks to the chemo.

He blonde-brown hair was past her shoulders and framed her face nicely.

Her eyes seemed to change color or maybe it was his imagination.

The first day he was her, he thought her eyes were blue. Yesterday he thought they were green.

But today they seemed to be more hazel green.

It could be said that she had a generic face, easily forgettable and common, but he would disagree.

Her eyes alone captured his interest.

She was also extremely pale today, another side effect to chemo.

He could see the smallest amount of red present in her cheeks.

Just then, a nurse came in asking if he was done, but Cammie had opened her eyes.

He quickly looked towards his half empty plate and handed the tray to the nurse.

Zach could feel his cheeks burn a bit with embarrassment. He was sure he had been caught.

She didn't seem to notice that he had been staring at her, but just to be safe, he reached for his book and began to read.

Cammie closed her eyes again and wondered if she had just hallucinated about Zach watching her.

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