Chapter Two

 The question's were still whirling around like a tornado in Flo's mind when the Nurse interrupted her thoughts. It was time for her therapy. Lovely. Pulling herself up off the not-so-comfy hospital bed, slipper into her "work out" shorts (since she didn't particularly like to have her butt hanging out for everyone to see) and into her slippers, she trudged off out the door and down the hallway. When she finally did get to her destination, she trudged in, since the door was wide open.

"Flo, you're right on time." The psychologist smiles at her, waving her to one of the seats which were all in circle. There are a dozen other patients in the room, all dressed in the same white hospital clothing she was clad in. Sitting with her arms crossed in one of the chairs, she stares at the tiles ground, trying to get rid of the headache that began to form due to the bright lights. It didn't work.

"Who would like to go first?" The psychologist eyes roam the room, finally landing on Flo. "What about you, Flo? You haven't spoke a word these past three weeks." She ignores him, like every session.

"Alright then, what about you Fred? You seem to have a lot on your mind." Fred was an angry teenage boy, who definitely had a lot to say each session.

"She's a bitch!"

"Who is?"

"Her," he points at Flo, who's sitting in the chair right across from him. Her eyes are locked on his, cold and hard.

"Why do you think such a fowl thing about this young lady, Fred?"

"She never speaks. It's like.. it's like she thinks she better than us. Like she's a superior or something. When really, she's just like us. We are all fucked up, and with the same illness. She never talks. It's like she's mute! I'm sick of it. We all have to participate!" His breath is coming in heavy pants by the end of his small monologue. It's to be expected, since the illness did to that to them.

"Frederickson," The psychologist uses his full name this time. "She just started treatment a mere three weeks ago. Remember how you were?"

"Yes, I do remember. I also remember participating and not acting like being diagnosed with Cancer was other people's faults. Because it wasn't. It isn't." This makes Flo's breath hitch, causing all dozen pairs of eyes to rest on her.

"Is that what you think of me? You think I blame you people? I don't fucking blame you, you idiotic, selfish asshole. It's obviously not your fault I got this stupid illness!" Getting off her chair and on to her feet, she re-crosses her arms and begins to walk out of the room, faintly hearing small gasps and the psychologists voice behind her as she went.

The small gasps were coming from her.

//

"You alright?" The voice startled her. She'd been sat on the window sill, reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, when he had walked in.

"Fine," she answered, in a clipped, cold tone. She wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Are you lying?" Of course she was. Why the hell would she be fine?

"No." Yes.

The psychologist, Mr. Anderson, sighs. He knew she wasn't going to speak.

"You need to talk to someone, Flower." He used her pathetic full name this time. The urge to vomit was intense, but she didn't know if it had anything to do with the use of her childish name, or the fact she was indeed sick.

"Don't call me that," was all she said, until she moved to her bed for warmth while she continued on reading about The Golden Trio's adventures.

//

A scuffling sound woke her, bringing her back to consciousness.

"What are you doing?" her voice was filled with question, since she couldn't quite extinguish who was moving about in her hospital room at three a.m.

"Visiting you," a slightly deep voice with a peculiar accent answered.

"Ni?" She attempted to look up at the person, but couldn't. She was sure it was him. It had to be. Before he, whoever he was, could answer, she was overcome with dizziness and leant over the side of her bed - vomiting into the night bucket.

"Y'alright?" There were warm hands caressing her back. Hands she knew.

"No," she finally revealed, resting her head back on the mountain of pillows. "But I will be."

She wafted back into unconsciousness, gripping the hand of her old friend, a million new questions swirling around in her head.

//

"You came back," it came out as a statement, not a question.

"Yes. We did." The two boys - men - nodded, small smiles enveloping their features.

"But.. why?" Her forehead scrunched up into what they assumed to be a confused expression, since she hadn't had eyebrows. They both looked at each other, confusion also evident in their features.

"You're our best friend, Flo. Why wouldn't we?"

"Because you both left." They knew this was coming. They knew they had a lot of explaining to do.

"We were.. we were afraid of losing you," Zayn began, leaning back on the plastic chair he was sat on.

"So you left me instead, right? What a great plan. You both really did good this time. Such intelligent young men I have." Her voice was pierced with pure sarcasm.

"Don't go sassy on us, Flo, I've got enough of that with Zayn over here," Niall chuckles, patting Zayn's arm.

"I'd love to go down memory lane with you lot, and talk about what's happened lately," she smiles lightly at the two teenage boys before her. "But, get to the point, you blockheads." The two boys shot her dirty looks, before jumping into their explanation.

//

"So, you forgive me?" Zayn and Niall both looked at each other before looking at her, a confused expression once again on both their features.

"What would we have to forgive you for, Flo?"

"I.. Weren't.. Weren't you mad at me? I got Cancer.. I-"

"Not at all, Flo," Niall interrupts her. Shaking his head, he continues. "We would never, I mean never ever, ever get mad at you for that, Flo! It's not your fault!" He's out of his chair, hands clasped tightly around hers.

"I.."

"We were mad at ourselves, Flo. We should've taken care of you better. We should've.. I don't know we just should'v-"

"Don't finish that sentence! I swear, I will throw you down a well if you do! If this isn't my fault, it most definitely isn't your fault," she interrupts him this time. "I love you guys so much." The boys smile, tears welling up in their eyes. Getting up, they encircle their arms around her.

"We love you too, Flo." They both say. "So, so much."

(A/N) I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter.. urmm.. yeah. Well, now you know what's wrong with Flo. Or, at least, part of it. *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*

YES HER FULL NAME IS FLOWER BECAUSE ITS QUIRKY AND IDK?? I DIDNT WANT IT TO BE FLORENCE SINCE EVERYONE'S USING THIS NAME NOW SO WHY NOT MAKE IT UNIQUE! (ok sorry about the caps.. it needed to be addressed)

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