True Love//Troye Sivan

Chapter Six

I kissed Troye and walked out into the hallway. I found my way to the hospital food court which took a bit more than a few minutes. Also, I had to ask a couple people to give me directions.

I grabbed an apple and a bottle of water and started to head out.

On my way out I accidentally bumped into a boy about my age.

"Sorry," we said at about the exact moment. He was dressed in a hospital gown and pulled an oxygen tank behind him.

I walked a few steps out of the food court and hesitated a little before turning around and looking through the window. I just wanted to make sure the boy was doing alright on his own...which he wasn't.

He was walking slowly and struggling with the oxygen tank.

I darted back into the food court and walked up to him.

I was right behind him. Just before I could say anything, he nearly passed out.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked startling him a bit and pulling him up so he could catch his balance.

"Oh, yea, I'm fine." He looked at me out of breath.

"Do you need help?"

"I couldn't turn down a pretty girl like you, could I?" He smiled and I laughed a bit.

"Oh wait, you're serious."

I pulled the oxygen tank next to him as he locked arms with me.

I carried the food he picked out and walked over to a table, still pulling the oxygen tank.

He sat down and caught his breath.

"Wow, are you sure your okay?" I asked.

"Yea, trust me, I'm fine. I'm used to this."

I sat down across from him at the table.

"You want some company?" I asked.

"Sure, that would be nice."

A few minutes later of talking and getting to know each other, I finally asked...

"So why exactly do you have an oxygen tank?"

"Oh...I have Cancer" He replied.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry"

"Yea, it's alright. I've had it for almost my entire life"

"Then why are you still in this hospital? Shouldn't you be at your house or something?"

"Well, the thing is, the doctors said that any day could be my last, and that I should just stay here until that day comes."

I could tell he was tearing up at the thought of dying.

"Hey," I said trying to cheer him up again, "How about tomorrow, I come back here and pick you up for the best day of your life?"

"You would do that?" He asked.

"Of course! I'm going to need your name to check you out for a little while though,"

"It's Matthew."

"Okay cool, wait what's your last name?"

"Espinosa."

"Okay, thanks, Matthew Espinosa."