My Emotional Support Werewolf

Ashley's POV

I tossed and turned all morning, nothing but the searing pain running through my legs from the chemotherapy I had yesterday.

Today I was gonna get the one thing I have always wanted since I was diagnosed. Someone to keep me company and happy. A dog, a best friend. Someone I can rely on not to leave me. All people have ever done since I was diagnosed was leave me. All my old friends couldn't even look at me anymore. They thought I was boring cause I couldn't get up to do things that they wanted to do. Anyway who cares about them. That just shows that they are fake anyway.

I decided it was time to get out of bed it was 11:30am after all. One of the perks of having cancer is I can sleep as long as I want! Sleeping is healing I tell my mother when she always bugs me to get up early.

I walked into my ensuite and stripped off and started the shower. My dad drilled in a bench in the shower for me so I can sit while I clean myself. Standing up for two long hurts like a bitch and I definitely do not have the energy to stand up that long. My mum use to help clean me because I was too weak but getting closer to the end of my treatment I have gotten abit of strength back but not as much as a normal person would have of course.

After washing myself I changed into some trackies and a hoodie, grabbing my beanie to cover my bald head. I hate being bald, it makes me so insecure. I'm a girl I should have hair. When I went shopping with my mother and father once, my mother wheeled me around in my wheel chair while my dad pushed the trolley. All of a sudden a man came up to me and wished me luck during my treatment. It was very kind of him to do that but he thought I was boy and it made me very sad.

I walk to the stairs and held onto the railing with both hands while taking one step at a time. Sometimes I get on my butt and do that but I thought I'd do this today instead. Gotta strengthen up these leg muscles of mine.

I made it to the bottom and sat on the last step while I settled my heavy breathing. Stairs for a chemo patient is the enemy. I stood up slowly and walked into the kitchen and to find my mother and father talking while eating lunch.

"Well well well look who decided to get up all of sudden" she joked. I rolled my eyes at her and sat down.

"Are we still getting my dog today?" I asked my mum eagerly. "Ofcourse, we just been waiting for you to wake up." She answered.

"Wellllll can we go then?!" I shouted.

"Woah settle down monkey not until you eat something, gotta keep you strong for your next round of chemo tomorrow" my dad spoke.

"But I feel to bilious to eat" I whined, my mum and dad snickered at my answer. "What?" I asked.

"Ever since your grandad taught you that word you haven't stopped using it" he laughs. I shrugged not caring about what he said.

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Once we arrived at the shelter my dad got the wheelchair out of the back, while my mum helped me out of the car. Dad put a pillow down on the wheelchair for me to sit on because my bum muscles have faded too which causes me pain to sit for long periods of time. Even sitting on a pillow I still get sore after awhile but just takes longer to get sore then without one.

While mum walked beside me, dad wheeled me inside. We stopped at the front desk on the way in, "Hello, we are here to adopt a dog for my daughter?" my dad asked the lady sitting behind the receptionist desk. "Ofcourse, right this way!" She spoke kindly.

My dad wheeled me over to the door next to the desk and through the door was a hallway of cages with different breeds of dogs. I couldn't help but want to cry seeing them all caged up. I wish I could let them all out. Checking them all out I still couldn't find the perfect one. Then all of a sudden I heard whimpering and growling coming from behind the door at the end of the hallway.

"Excuse me?" I asked the lady politely. "Yes sweetie?" She answered.

"What's going on behind those doors?"

"Oh." she spoke with a face full of guilt. "Don't worry about that sweetie they are just trying to put down a savage dog they found this morning."

"What?! Let me see! I wanna see this dog!" I yelled.

"Hell no!" My dad spoke angrily.

"But da-" I was cut off mid sentence by loud whimpering coming from behind the door.

I got up as quick as a cancer patient can and power walked all the way to the door. I felt a pull like no other and I immediately needed to see the doggie.

I looked through the clear window on the door and saw the most beautiful husky I have ever saw in my life. It almost looked like a wolf. It was biting at the men trying to hold him still and when he turned his head towards the door where I was, he immediately stopped and whimpered.

Just as the doctor was about to prick the needle into his skin to put him down, I burst through the doors and yelled "STOP!!!"

The doctor and men surrounding the dog froze. Just as I was about to walk up to the dog my dad wrapped his arms around me to stop me from moving.

"No let me go! They're gonna kill him?!" I yelled.

"No, he will hurt you!" My dad answered. The dog got off the table and howled in pain from hitting the floor with what I assume is his two broken legs and started dragging his body towards me and started nudging my legs. Everyone in the room gasped at the sight before them. The once savage dog who wouldn't stopped trying to bite at people was nudging an eighteen year olds legs.

"What the fuck?" the doctor whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

I knelt down slowly trying to keep my balance. My legs too weak to stay knelt down so I sat on my ass. I patted his fur while he looked at me with what? Sadness in his eyes? He nudged my head with his head and I giggled at the action.

I looked up to my dad and spoke "Dad please, let me take him home, you can already tell that he was meant to be mine?"

He sighed and palmed his face dragging his hand down.

"Let me guess we won't hear the end of it from you if we don't? Am I correct? He asked.

"Yep" I said excitedly popping the p.

"Fine, but if he hurts you or anyone, he's gone, no if's and's or buts? Okay? Understood?

"Understood!" I answered.

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Authors note:

Just in case no one caught on, bilious means nauseous.

What are your thoughts so far guys?