Text of Fate [Aqualad Social Media Fanfiction]

Thirty: FROM ELIZA TO THE TEAM

Siren🎭:

So.

I'm not dead.

Not yet, anyway.

But I nearly was.

And I'm at the hospital right now

Raquel's here too.

Holy crap I'm still in my mermaid costume.

Kaldur🌊: 

Oh thank Poseidon. What happened?

Rocket☄️:

The x-rays should be back any minute.

Kid Flash⚡: 

Where are your parents?

Rocket☄️: 

I called them after we got in the ambulance. They weren't at the play tonight because they saw it opening night.

Siren🎭: 

They're on their way. I just had a long, tearful conversation with my mother about it.

Robin: 

Can you breathe?

Siren🎭: 

Sorta, but not really. 

Okay, the doctors just came in to talka bout what they found. It's not cancer.

Artemis🏹: 

Oh thank goodness

Zatanna🔮: 

Kaldur is legit putting away a suit of armor oh my Fate I didn't even know he had one of those.

Miss Martian👽:

So what is is then?

Siren🎭: 

Apparently, I have what's called a "pneumothorax"

Kid Flash⚡: 

Is that like pneumonia?

Rocket☄️:

It's apparently fancy doctor talk for a collapsed lung. I gotta write that down.

Siren🎭: 

So glad my being pulled to the edge of mortality is helping you cure your writer's block, Raquel.

Rocket☄️:

Sorry babe <3 

Siren🎭:

My parents are here now, they're explaining the whole thing to them again.

So apparently,  my lungs were under a lot of stress after cancer, and singing all night like I did made one of them pop.

They're saying they're gonna put this tube inside my chest that will pull out all the air not outside my lungs so that my lung can inflate itself again

They're considering having my lungs surgically sealed to the inside of my chest so that it won't happen again.

I'm going to have to stay overnight at the hospital for observation.

I don't want to go to the hospital again, I don't even want to be here now, just let me go home and die in my bed.

Zatanna🔮:

NO

Miss Martian👽:

YOU ARE NOT DYING TONIGHT, ELIZA

YOU CAN'T DIE

THE REST OF US HAVEN'T EVEN MET YOU YET

Rocket☄️:

You guys don't get it. She's terrified of hospitals.

She's spent so much time there already.

Yes, being in a hospital may be preferable to death to most people, but after all she's been through, it's really not to her.

Superboy🐺:

...

Eliza, are you suicidal?

Siren🎭: 

A little.

I guess.

I just don't see the point of going through all this again and everyone wasting all this money and time if I'm just going to get sick again.

Aqualad🌊:

Beacuse you are worth it, Eliza. 

You mean so much to so many people, you don't know how much, and that is why they want you to stay alive.

That is why they are helping you.

That is why we want to help you.

Please don't ever think otherwise.

As I've said many times before, I've been really excited to write this part. I finally get to use some real-life experience in one of my stories-

*-voidgrayson, LlamaBatgirl27, Just_A_Writer_Girl14, and CoraFedora come crashing through the ceiling with wooden spoons* WE'LL GIVE YOU REAL-LIFE EXPERIENCE YOU-

*Me, now running for my life* I'll update if I survive the next 24 hours :)

Honestly though, I have to admit. A lot of what Eliza said here is what went through my mind while I was in the hospital with a spontaneous pneumothorax (no, I didn't have cancer, they don't really know why I had a pneumo, it just happened and that's why they call it spontaneous), and over and over again ever since then.