Today was Saturday and not a good one at that, Kenma came to the hospital earlier than usual and got to witness my morning sickness. I couldn't image how awkward it must of felt, seeing your friend throwing up into one of those plastic sick bowels, but he patiently waited until I caught my breath before walking over and handing me a tissue. I gave off a weak laugh before wiping my mouth and tossing it in the bowl, I pressed the button besides my bed and a young looking nurse came in swiftly before taking it away.
"I get my own personal servants here with just the click of a button"
Kenma smiled at my bad attempt of a joke before taking out a tin and placing it next to me. I slowly sat up and gave him a suspicious look before opening up the box that was filled with, what I presume were supposed to be cookies.
"I tried baking last night" was all he said before nodding for me to eat one.
"unless you don't want to, you don't have to eat it" a moment of panic shot through his head and I quickly reassured him I was okay, this was exactly what I was hoping to avoid. I took one of the charred biscuits from the tin and bit into it, I heard a crunch and I was seriously hoping it wasn't my tooth. The chewing process didn't seem to end, how could something so crispy take so long to chew, kenma got me a small plastic bag and I spat the cookie out, giving the smaller male an apologetic look.
To my surprise, he started laughing.
"You should of seen your face, pft was it that bad? I can't really cook"
I laughed along with him and described what was going on in my mouth when I was eating it, Kenma quickly closed the lid and stuffed it back into his bag in case anyone wanted to have one.
I wanted to fall asleep but I tried my best to stay awake to talk with the boy besides me instead, he was reading something and I tried to pull down the cover to see. He tilted it up and showed me the foreign name and I realized it was an English book, I frowned at it, English being my worst subject and probably Kenmas strongest.
"Ugh how can you even understand that, English is too hard"
He rolled his eyes at my complaining before continuing to read, I wanted to say I was bored but honestly I felt amused by just watching him, his eyes flicked through the pages, his lips making a small o shape when blowing his hair out his face, I was so concentrated on him that I fell asleep without realizing.
Kenma was gone when I woke up, the doctor said he came in to get me for my Chemo and he'd left shortly after that. I was too tired to walk to the chemo room so a nurse took me in a wheelchair, my eyes barely remained open through any of it. I had finally caved in and stopped using the cap, while I was afraid to lose my hair, it was now bearable and I usually slept through half of it.
There were 3 of us at all times when doing chemo therapy. We sat about 3 meters from each other plugged into a drip for an hour, never conversing with each other at any time, maybe no one had the energy. The three of us normally stay the same as we have set days, only I was taking an extra day compared to them. On that day, there would be a girl around my age talking to herself, maybe it wasn't to herself but neither of us responded to her, she seemed to be alright chatting by herself.
Chemo was over for today and I just wanted to sleep, I felt drained, exhausted, I could barely keep even a mouthful of food inside of me at this point. Today was my day off and I've never been so excited for it, I messaged kenma a little later on when I could finally get the strength to lift my fingers and asked him if he was coming tomorrow. He said he had something to do in the morning but he'd come straight after, placing a weak smile onto my lips.
See you tomorrow.
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Life Goes On
Fanfiction"It may not have been said by someone famous, and maybe no one will feel comforted by it. But the only person I need it to comfort is standing right next to me"
