Thalia was brought to the hospital immediately after. The doctors later told Thalia's mom, that she would have to be put into intensive care. The moment I got the news, my mind wandered to the worst places.
The doctors didn't know whether or not she was going to make it.
I knew I would get to see her, and we could talk, but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be the same Thalia, who would do anything to protect me. The one who could make me laugh at the best and worst times. She would be in pain. She would be weak. And as cliché as it sounds, a piece of me would be gone until I knew she was alright.
I made a few casual visits to Thalia's hospital. Somedays Hunter would go with me. Somedays I would go alone. All the visits pretty much went the same. We would either talk or when she was in no state to speak, I would sit with her and watch movies.
That's how it went, until one day. It was a sunny afternoon, but I wasn't happy like I used to be on these days.
Thalia and I watched half of a random lifetime movie until she suddenly turned the TV off. I gave her a confused look.
"Amanda." She takes my hand. "D.. do you have a.. a pen?" she slowly asks. I rummage through my bag, wanting to do as much as I can for her. I finally find a sharpie. It was the red one Hunter gave to me.
She takes my hand and begins doodling on it. I watch her gently move the sharpie along my skin. Her face so full of concentration.
The first time I met her I thought she was annoying. As I began to get to know her, I saw the beauty within her. She was so forgiving and positive. She was the one who blossomed me into a true woman.
I know she made me strong, but inside I feel weak.
She finishes doodling on my hand and she smiles.
"You know Amanda I wouldn't be mad if this was my last day, because I got to spend it with you."
