Fight Back

Date: 17th February 2015. Weight: 6st 9lbs. Stage: Four. Estimated time of survival: Three weeks.

What have I done? When you know you only have limited time left you should be friendly. You should be warm to everyone because soon you won't be there anymore. Their last memory of you should be a warm one. But I haven't done that. Everyone will remember me as the spiteful bitch I've turned into. Mike could have remembered me as someone he could have fallen for. But now he'll remember me as a slut who let guys touch my ass. I can't even put it right because he won't speak to me.
I've tried so hard to talk to him. He just ignores me or walks away. I've been following him. I am following him. Mike walked out of the school and down to his usual smoking spot. I was almost tempted to walk over. But he lifted his head up, saw me and frowned before he put his head down.
"Still nothing?" Hope asked. I looked to my left and saw her standing by me looking between Mike and I sadly.
"No, he won't even be civil towards me."
"It's okay." she rubbed my arm in means of comfort.
"It's not." I grumbled.
"He'll come around eventually."
"What if he doesn't come round soon enough?" I sighed.
"It's not like you have a time limit."
"Hmm..." I mumbled.
"Are you coming to get some lunch?" Hope asked.
"No, you go." I urged.
"Okay... Just don't do anything extreme."
"I won't." I rolled my eyes.
I watched Hope walk away then my eyes went back to Mike. His eyes weren't on me. They were watching the guys from the party. His jaw was clenched and he viciously threw down the butt of his cigarette before he angrily stomped it out.
"Where's your girlfriend?!" one of the guys mocked.
"She's not my girlfriend!" Mike snapped.
"Then why are you defending her, Fuentes?!"
"She's not my girlfriend. That doesn't mean she isn't my girl." I felt my heart beat faster when he said that. Was it Mike? Or were the pains coming back?
"You're proud of her? Your little slut."
"She isn't a slut." Mike said through gritted teeth. I was internally begging that he'd walk away. But of course he didn't. Mike walked over to them and glared. "She might be a bitch. She might be condescending and aggravating. But she's no slut. We'll leave that title for your girlfriends."
"Fuck you!" the guy spat. Then he pushed Mike. I took deep breaths. Mike pushed him back. But then he grabbed him by the shirt. His fist came back before he smacked it right into the guys still healing mouth. I saw the guy about to hit Mike. I had to stop it.
I ran forward and to them. They didn't know I was there. "Mike!" I called. I saw him stop for a minute, earning him a blow to the stomach. I grabbed his arm and clung on him. "Please stop. It isn't worth it." I begged.
"I'm doing this for you. Stand over there away." he snapped.
"No, stop." I sighed. Mike pushed me back lightly so he could punch the guy in the gut. Then as I went forwards to pull him back the guy he was fighting with missed Mike and punched me in the side of the face. I gasped and my heart started beating out of control. I couldn't breathe through the palpitations. I stumbled back and then my legs collapsed from under me.
I looked up, trying to control my heart. But I couldn't. "Pippa?!" Mike asked urgently. He rushed to me and bent down next to me. My throat was so tight. I couldn't form any words, I could just breathe roughly and scream. I screamed so loud. "Someone phone an ambulance!" Mike yelled.
"She only needs the nurse." the guy muttered.
"She's dying! Phone a fucking ambulance." he growled.
"Mike." I gasped.
"I'm here, babe." he told me softly. He took my hand and squeezed it before he pressed his nervous, shaking lips to the back of my hand. I tried to concentrate on his lips on my skin. But it wasn't working. My body was hurting so much. I was in so much pain I could hardly think.
"It hurts." I complained weakly.
"I know, but soon the ambulance will be here and they'll make it all better."
"Call Phil." I told him. Mike took my phone from my pocket and started dialling with shaking hands. His one hand was still holding mine. "Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you." I told him.
"I love you too, Pippa. I promise." I looked up and him. He was so close to crying. "Phil?" he asked into the phone. "You need to get here! Pippa needs help." then he started mumbling on the phone.
"Is he coming?" I asked once he'd finished.
"He's on his way. He was coming for your check up so he'll be here in a few minutes."
"I can hear sirens." and I could. They were getting closer. "Come with me?"
"If you want me I'll be there." he promised.
I lay back and closed my eyes for a while. I only opened them when I felt myself being lifted. I saw paramedics and they put me onto a stretcher. "What's your name, Sweetheart?"
"Helena." I gasped.
"And you have Infirma?" he asked and I nodded. "What stage are you?"
"Four." I muttered.
"Her doctor is on his way." Mike explained.
They carried me over to the ambulance. I saw there was a crowd now. Mike followed close and climbed up into the ambulance with me. They forced an oxygen mask onto my face and I reached out for Mike. Just as the doors were about to close I saw Phil run in. He came to my side and took my other hand.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't here." he rushed.
"It hurts. I can't get through it."
"You can, Pippa. I'm telling you you can!" he said. "What happened?" he asked Mike.
"I'll tell you soon." Mike explained.
"You said I was strong." I said weakly.
"You're still strong enough to be sarcastic." Phil said, a sad smile on his face.
"I can't keep my eyes open." I sighed. Then my eyes closed.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? She has three weeks left! I'm going to let you in on a little secret - there's only 2 chapters left! I wrote the final one last night. What do you think will happen? Will Helena accept everything? What about Mike? :)