Diagnosis: A Delena Story: Chapter 2 Video

David's POV:

"How are you feeling today?"
"How every cancer patient should feel..." She said sarcastically.
I sighed. "Give yourself some hope. Give me some hope."
She just shut her eyes.
"Anyways, your family members..."
"I don't have any..." She said bitterly.
"Your 16, you can't possibly live by yourself."
"That's why I'm diagnosis, I can't take care of myself. Why don't I just die?"
"Selena, please, don't give up on yourself. I believe in you. We can make it through this battle."
"I don't know what to believe anymore."
That night I researched about her cause.
Contacted surgeons from London, Paris, everywhere.
I wasn't going to give up.
I asked my best friend, who's in the FBI, to search for Selena Gomez and her family.
Unfortunately, she was right.
She had no family.
"They all passed away a year ago.''
"COD?"
"Fire at resident."
I sighed, with lost hope.
"She's currently living with a friend or boyfriend.''
"Great. Address?"
I was off to find her 'friend'.
Hope, finally.
I knocked on the door twice before someone opened.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, does Selena Gomez live her?"
"She use to...not anymore.''
"Do you happen to be related to her?"
"I'm her best friend, Joe Jonas."
"I'm sorry to say, she's been diagnosis with cancer and she has half a year to live."
He looks down with no reply.
"I know."
"You know? How so?"
"She told me a couple months back. She told to stay away and never talk to her every again. She wants me to forget about her because she's going to die."
I could see his emotions in his.
Frustration.
Sorrow.
Without a word, I left.
To leave both of us, hurt and lost of hope.
The next morning, I went into Selena's room.
She was on the computer.
"You knew? Why didn't you come to me?"
"I thought I could the most without anyone knowing, but I can't. I can't anymore."
"We could've gotten you treatment, you could've live longer!"
"That doesn't matter anymore, I'm slowly losing hair, getting weaker everyday."
"You have to believe in me, okay?"
"I was just looking something up about my treatment. It says the donor list in London, is only 93. Why can't we go there?"
"I've already gotten in contact with surgeons in London. Chances of a donor in London, is one in a million. I didn't want to get your hopes up."
''So what now? I'm just going to die here?"
"I'm not going to let that happen. Please, trust me."
She questioned it for a while but nodded.
''I'm not going to give up on you."

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