I̴t̴'̴s̴ ̴j̴u̴s̴t̴ ̴a̴ ̴d̴r̴o̴p̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴o̴c̴e̴a̴n̴,̴ ̴a̴ ̴c̴h̴a̴n̴g̴e̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴w̴e̴a̴t̴h̴e̴r̴,̴ ̴I̴ ̴w̴a̴s̴ ̴p̴r̴a̴y̴i̴n̴'̴ ̴t̴h̴a̴t̴ ̴y̴o̴u̴ ̴a̴n̴d̴ ̴m̴e̴ ̴m̴i̴g̴h̴t̴ ̴e̴n̴d̴ ̴u̴p̴ ̴t̴o̴g̴e̴t̴h̴e̴r̴,̴ ̴I̴t̴'̴s̴ ̴l̴i̴k̴e̴ ̴w̴i̴s̴h̴i̴n̴'̴ ̴f̴o̴r̴ ̴r̴a̴i̴n̴ ̴a̴s̴ ̴I̴ ̴s̴t̴a̴n̴d̴ ̴i̴n̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴d̴e̴s̴e̴r̴t̴,̴ ̴B̴u̴t̴ ̴I̴'̴m̴ ̴h̴o̴l̴d̴i̴n̴g̴ ̴y̴o̴u̴ ̴c̴l̴o̴s̴e̴r̴ ̴t̴h̴a̴n̴ ̴m̴o̴s̴t̴,̴ ̴'̴c̴a̴u̴s̴e̴ ̴y̴o̴u̴ ̴a̴r̴e̴ ̴m̴y̴,̴ ̴H̴e̴a̴v̴e̴n̴ ̴d̴o̴e̴s̴n̴'̴t̴ ̴s̴e̴e̴m̴ ̴f̴a̴r̴ ̴a̴w̴a̴y̴ ̴a̴n̴y̴m̴o̴r̴e̴,̴ ̴n̴o̴,̴ ̴n̴o̴,̴ ̴H̴e̴a̴v̴e̴n̴ ̴d̴o̴e̴s̴n̴'̴t̴ ̴s̴e̴e̴m̴ ̴f̴a̴r̴ ̴a̴w̴a̴y̴,̴ ̴H̴e̴a̴v̴e̴n̴ ̴d̴o̴e̴s̴n̴'̴t̴ ̴s̴e̴e̴m̴ ̴f̴a̴r̴ ̴a̴w̴a̴y̴ ̴a̴n̴y̴m̴o̴r̴e̴,̴ ̴n̴o̴,̴ ̴n̴o̴,̴ ̴H̴e̴a̴v̴e̴n̴ ̴d̴o̴e̴s̴n̴'̴t̴ ̴s̴e̴e̴m̴ ̴f̴a̴r̴ ̴a̴w̴a̴y̴,̴ ̴A̴h̴,̴ ̴A̴h̴,̴ ̴

You had just spent the whole night crying. It took a while, but you finally got your final diagnosis Cancer.

Luckily, you were in the early stages, they caught it quickly despite the months of you feeling...off. Unluckily, you would now be pulled from your most important work in order the begin treatment.

Since filming was wrapping up soon, your doctor informed you that, as long as you started treatment immediately and came to clinic directly after filming wrapped every day, you could finish the season.

When you show up on set with puffy eyes, your friends immediately surround you, checking in and asking what happened.

This was going to be hard. Really hard. You wanted to break and tell them everything. Ask them to visit you during treatments and be honest when it got too obvious that you were looking sickly. But you couldn't.

One, you knew how important you were to them. You knew how much it'd affect their work to constantly worry if you were doing alright. Two, you didn't want to be treated differently. As far as they needed to know, you're the same old you.

Just a little sleepier...

...And weaker...

...And paler...

A month has passed since your diagnosis and you were smaller than before. It seemed as though it took more energy for you to get to the makeup chair than it had before.

You'd fall asleep for often than usual and began to bruise easier than before. It wasn't until one day, when you hugged Dior but then freaked out when her hand hardly nudged a new growth you hadn't noticed before, that she finally pieced everything together.

Dior knew instantly that you were sick. With what? She wasn't sure. But she could tell it was something horrible.

One day, she makes everyone meet up at her place. When you told her you couldn't "travel that far", she instantly looked at your location. You were at a private recovery center.

After filling everyone in, they decided to call your parents and let them know that, well, they knew.

You didn't take the news well. You felt that you'd be babied, cradled. Treated like you were less capable than you were, all in the name of "helping".

Distraught, you informed your parents that you didn't want to see the cast. Obviously, that didn't stop them from wanting to see you and even showing up occasionally. Even if you wouldn't speak to them.

What really broke you, though, was when you told Leah you couldn't make it to her 16th birthday party. She and the cast decided they'd spend the day with you and celebrate Leah another day. It was a horrible feeling, that she'd give up such an important day, all because you couldn't be there.

Leah is sitting beside you, reading to you over the beeps and bops of the machines you're hooked up to.

"Here's some water," Walker whispers, placing a nice, cold cup of ice water on your tray.