( Final day of camp) Sylvia's P. O. V Finally the camp came to an end. During the last few days everyone could be seen packing their bags and saying their last goodbyes. The last bonfire night that was held was actually the best has everyone put up a great show as this would be the last time they would ever see this much people again. Even though I was in a sour mood throughout the last few days, I couldn't help but smile out tears at the fun I had as well. Today was the last day so mostly what everyone was doing was packing up and getting ready to go home. Fortunately for Olivia and Tyler, this camp had a happy ending for them. Tyler finally asked Olivia to be his girlfriend at the last bonfire night and she heartily agreed. But me? I'm not so sure. As usual, I spent the last few days avoiding Alex and Patrick. Skyler on the other hand didn't wait till the end of camp before leaving. After that night that I had spoken to her, we had woken up to see an empty bed. A

Sylvia's P. O. V " When... How did she get it?" I asked the doctor again, not sure if I heard him the first time. " Anyone can have it... Although people who have relatives that had leukemia once are prone to having it." He explained. I stared past him, my gaze unseeing. " You know what leukemia is right?" The doctor asked when I wasn't saying anything. When I didn't reply, he began explaining. " It starts when the blood-producing organs...." I cut him short. " I know what leukemia is doctor. " I said and he froze. " How long has she had it?" I asked again. " She's had it for quite a while now but she always came in for treatment using chemotherapy." She has? Why didn't she tell me? " So... what's going on now? Why did she faint?" I asked, my eyes clouding with tears, He sighed deeply before continuing. " They probably weren't working anymore so there are more leukemic cells in her body and her immune system is already weakened. It's wh

( Next day) Sylvia's P. O. V I woke up very late the next day, my head pounding and my heart heavy. Running a hand through my messed up hair, I looked around and was met with silence. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I let out a shaky breath. I had thought it was all a bad dream and I would wake up and everything would be back to normal. But it's not, my mom really is sick. Breaking down again, I began crying, my face buried in my hands as the tears slipped out. But of course, crying never solved anything. Eventually I'll have to get out of bed and face the reality. I dragged myself out of the bed, trudging into the bathroom to wash off my tear stained face. I can't go to school today so I sent a text to both Patrick and Alex that I'll not be arriving. Peeling off my nightclothes from my body, I stepped into the shower and stayed there for long hours, just letting the water run down my body. A quick breakfast and I'll be going to the hospital....

Sylvia's P. O. V " He is the match?" I asked the doctor and he nodded, still talking. " Now I suggest we get started with the preparations...." I cut him off, still staring at Alex. " Why?" I forced out, my voice breaking. " Why does it have to be you? " The doctor seemed confused." Is there a problem Miss Torres?" He asked and I glanced at him. " Of course! There is a problem!" " Come on Sylvia... I'm just donating. It's nothing serious." " Of course it is... " I cried out, tears slipping out my eyes." You're the one donating. It's you!" I breathed out, cleaning the tears off my face. " I'm sorry but... I can't let you do this. We have to find another donor." " What!?" Alex and the doctor gasped in unison. I wearily shook my head. " I can't let you, Alex... You've done so much for me." I muttered and he walked closer to me, holding me by the shoulders. " But Sylvia... It's your mom we're talking about!" He said and I glanced up at him

Sylvia's P. O. V I woke up with a start cleaning the next day, checking my clock for the time, I sprang out of bed and rushed towards the bathroom, hurrying through my morning routine. Today I'll be getting update on my mom and I can't wait. Heading downstairs, I made myself a quick breakfast and walked out of the house, boarding a cab to the hospital. I arrived there soon after and walked straight to my mom's ward where I met a doctor checking on her. Staying outside, I watched them through the window. Eventually the doctor was through with her and he came out, spotting me. " Good morning doc..." I greeted, feeling nervous. " Good morning Miss Torres. I see you're here early. " He said and I nodded, still glancing at my mom. " How is she? " I asked quietly and watched as he took in a deep breath. " Well...." He began and I held my breath. One more bad news and I'll... " She's on the mend." He finished and I breathed out, feeling absolutely relieved. "