“Ok Ellery, I’m going to give injection number 2,” Dr. Murphy said as she pierced my skin with the needle.
I let out a louder cry this time for the burning intensified. I let go of Connor and clutched his shirt with both hands as he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me. I screamed in his chest as the last needle entered my body.
“Dr. Murphy, please, isn’t there anything you can do for her?” Connor desperately asked.
“I’m sorry Mr. Black, we have to let it run its course and it’s only temporary. I’ll be back in an hour to see how she’s doing; if you need anything or she’s having a reaction, you are to push this button immediately.”
He shook his head as she walked out of the room. My body felt like it was engulfed in flames and my soul was trying to escape.
“It’s ok,” Connor kept saying as he held me and I shook in his arms. At that point I didn’t know which was worse, this or Chemotherapy.
A couple of days had passed and we mostly stayed in. We cooked together, had lots of sex and watched movies. When Connor had to do work, I would sit in front of my easel and paint. I smiled at Connor who was sitting at the table on his laptop conducting business meetings with his employees. I was happy and it felt right. For the first time in a long time, I had hope that I would have a future and this man would be a part of it.
The next morning, I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, so I laid there and I tried to sleep, but I could hear Connor talking to someone on the phone.
“Yes mom, I’m coming and I’m bringing someone with me; she’s very special and I want you to meet her.”
It was then I realized that next week was Thanksgiving. Connor came walking into the room as I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. He smiled as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, “How are you feeling?” he asked as his finger ran down my jaw line.
“I’m feeling ok. I heard you on the phone.”
I was talking to my mother. I’m taking you home for Thanksgiving.”
As much as I wanted to meet his family I was a hot mess of a cancer patient and I didn’t know how they would react to that.
“Did you tell your mom about me?”
“Of course I did, and she’s going to love you.”
I licked the bottom of my dry lip, “I mean did you tell her I have cancer?”
He sat there and looked at me and I could see the pain in his eyes which told me he didn’t.
“Why didn’t you tell her Connor?”
His eyes traveled to the window, “I haven’t had the chance and it’s not something I want to do over the phone Elle, I think that needs to be done in person.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you want me to spring it on her on Thanksgiving. Hi Black family, I’m Ellery Lane, your son’s girlfriend who has cancer for the second time in her 24 years of life and is nothing but a walking cancer disaster.”
He got up from the bed. “Wow Elle, you really know how to ruin a moment.”
I felt an argument coming on, but I didn’t care, I was angry at him for not telling his mother.
“I will tell her before Thanksgiving, end of discussion.”
His authoritative tone burned my blood. “No Connor, it’s not the end of the discussion and don’t you dare take that tone with me.”
He turned away from the window and looked at me, “Are you looking to start an argument?”
“All you have to do is tell me why you didn’t tell her yet.”
His eyes turned dark as he glared at me. I could see anger in them. “You want to know why? I haven’t been able to do anything because I’m stuck here taking care of you.”
Did I just hear this bastard right? Did he just say he’s STUCK here taking care of me? I felt my blood pressure rise as my heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife. He realized what he said because he turned towards the window again and ran his hands through his hair.
“Stuck, you’re not stuck here Connor, I didn’t fucking ask you to come here; I didn’t fucking ask you to take care of me.”
He turned towards me, “Baby I didn’t mean it like that.”
The only thoughts running through my insane mind were that he felt trapped. “Get out of here,” I screamed as I picked up a glass and threw it at him. He ducked and shook his head.
“Fine, if that’s what you want.”
He turned just like that and walked out as I flinched when I heard the apartment door slam shut. My phone quickly signaled a text message from Mason, “Everything ok? We just saw Connor storm out?”
My fingers typed frantically, “I’m fine; we’ll talk tomorrow.”
I dialed Peyton and let out a sigh of relief when she answered, “Hi Elle.”
I couldn’t even get the words hello out first. “Connor and I got into an argument and he stormed out,” I started to cry.
She asked what we argued about and I told her the stuck comment he made. I was appalled how quickly she proceeded to yell at me.
“You know I love you Elle, but I’m telling you this for your own good. You need to get your head out of your ass and start thinking about someone else. I know you’re sick and I’m sorry for that, in fact, I hate that I’m not there with you, but you need to step out of your, oh pity me self, and think about what Connor is going through. You think it’s easy for him to watch the woman he’s only loved go through cancer? He needs to vent to you know, you’re not the only one who gets to scream and be pissed off at the world.”
I couldn’t speak. I was frozen with the reality that Peyton was right.
“Elle, are you still there?”
I sighed, “Yes and thank you, as always you’re right.” I could feel her smile over the phone.
“You’re welcome that’s what best friends are for. Now cut that man some slack and think about his feelings.”
I hung up and climbed out of bed. I walked over to the shattered glass, sat on my knees and started picking up the pieces. How could I not realize Connors feelings? How could I not stop wallowing in my own pity for just a minute and see how hard this was for him? I sat there staring at the pieces of glass as he took my hand.
“Stop, you’re going to cut yourself,” he whispered.
I took in a deep breath and slowly turned my head so I was looking at him, “I’m sorry, I just…”
He took my face in his hands, “I know baby and its ok.”
“No it’s not Connor, I know this is hard for you and I’m so sorry.” His soft lips brushed against mine.
“It’s ok, I didn’t mean what I said; it came out wrong.”
I melted into his arms as he wrapped them around me.
“I know you didn’t, I overreacted.” He kissed the top my head. I looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pouty mouth.
“Where did you go?”
He smiled at my lips and lightly nipped them, “I bought you something.”
He stood and helped me up. He walked to the dresser and handed me a brown bag. I smiled excitedly as I opened the bag and peeked inside. I looked up at him and his big smile as he took my hand and led me to the bed. I dumped the brown bag in the middle and stared at the pile of chocolate that looked up at me.
“I figured that would make you feel better,” he said with caution.
“You are amazing and absolutely perfect, I love you,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him on top of me. “I know something else that will make me feel better,” I smiled as he hovered over me.
He bit his bottom lip. “Are you sure? Are you up for it?” I lifted my head and kissed him passionately, that was the only sign he needed.