One Last Time

Chapter 2

Today I'm going to be experiencing something great, freedom. You see over the past week I have been getting a lot of rest and getting a little stronger.

I had said to my nurse that I want to try and walk again today and that is what I plan to do. I want to be able to walk out the corridors and smell the fresh air again. I want to go and just feel the touch of grass again.

At the moment I was getting another chemotherapy session done. I could feel the chemicals running through my bloodstream and I was starting to feel weak again. I know that after this, I can start trying to walk again.

After my chemo, my nurse took me to the food court.

"Wait!" I said to the girl pushing me as I was sitting in my wheel chair.

She looked confused. "What do you need miss Peterson?" She asked.

"I want to....." I started to say but hesitated a bit. "I want to try and walk. Right here, right now." I said with more confidence.

"Miss Peterson I can't let you do that. You have to go to physical therapy before I can authorize you to walk on your own" she says sternly, but with sympathy.

"Please..." I say before I start to tear up. It sucks being this weak.

The nurse sighed and walked infront of me. She held out her hand for me to take. I was taken back.

"Y-your going to let me try?" I asked her confused.

"I'm going to help you." she said. I grabbed my nurses hand and carefully tried to stand up. My legs hurt to stand on, but it felt good to get back on my feet.

It took me a second before I could get used to standing. I whispered in a shaky voice, "I can do this." I kept saying this to myself as reassurance.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I'm pretty sure I can try And do this.

I breathed in as I carefully tried to take my first step since I got here.

I felt my knees start to cave in but I pushed against it and tried my best to stay standing.

I took my first step

Then my second

After a few steps, I felt normal again. I looked to the nurse and started to smile.

I told her that I think I'm okay to walk to the food court on my own.

She was very hesitant at first but finally decided that it was okay. She said that if I start to feel dizzy or weak, to call another nurse over to help me.

I started to walk through each of the hospital corridors, following the signs that read "food court."

I had been walking for almost 10 minutes now. I guess the cancer ward was pretty far away from the food court, let alone anything really.

I kept walking until I finally found the food court. I walked into the room that had the mixed smell of chemicals and shitty hospital food.

Even though the food looked and smelled disgusting, I was quite hungry and weak so I decided on getting a piece of pizza and a large tea to satisfy my hunger.

After I ate my meal, I started to walk back up to my room. I was looking down at my phone as I texted my dad telling him to come and visit me soon. As I was I texting him, I felt myself run into something. It hurt quite a bit considering I fell in the process.

I looked up and was met face to face with a somewhat tall boy. He had short dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes.

I didn't realize how intently I was looking at his features until he coughed awkwardly, indicating that I was still staring. He held out his hand and I took it so he could help me up.

After I stood up again, I faintly said "thanks" and walked off again.

Awkward much.....