the sound of hospital monitors beeping rung through my ears this specific morning intensely, it was honestly bugging me because it doesn't bother me often.
it'd feel like i'd been sick my whole life.
in reality, i've known i'm sick for about a year.
my room at the hospital was so dull, i never have much time to decorate.
but my keyboard sits in the corner, opposite from my bed and my record player sits next to me, pretty much always playing music so i have sound playing other than hospital monitors or alarms.
i haven't made really any friends this year at the hospital at all, besides this girl named reese who talks to me in the hangout space sometimes, but it's mostly about how her mom calls her every 10 minutes or just anything to do with her mom.
my parents haven't visited or called in 3 months.
i always wonder if it's because they're too scared to see me get sicker.
but really i'm not in too bad shape, or that's what my nurse says.
she thinks i'll be okay.
i look down into my sketchbook where i was trying to draw a butterfly but messed up it's wings horribly, i sighed dramatically.
"hey," my nurse spoke, knocking on my open door, "this is tank, he's transferring here, he's new, just showing him all of our other patients." she announced holding a tall, light browned haired, fuzzy facial haired boy by his shoulders.
"hello," i spoke softly, lifting my hand to wave to him.
the nurse smiled then walked off, still holding tank by the shoulders.
when they were gone, i flipped to the next page in my sketchbook and began sketching what i could remember of tank's face since his features were so sincere. i couldn't notice if his eyes were green or blue, so i made them a green-blue. his hair i made small strands fall onto his forehead, and the bridge of his nose so firm. his lips pink and thin.
i wasn't good at drawing but i tried.
i put down my pencil and let it roll across the page, but frustrated i closed my sketchbook and threw it across the room onto the floor.
"i really have no talents." i said to myself, throwing myself back, letting my head hit my pillow.
"hey takeo?" a light feminine voice said at my door.
i got up to look and it was just reese.
"oh hey, what's up?" i asked.
"i wanted to check on you, you haven't been out of your room all morning." she shrugged, stepping more into my room.
"yeah sorry i'm just not feeling good i guess."
"feverish?"
"no! no-no, i mean like.. emotionally?"
"totally, i understand." she smiled and sat at the foot of my bed, "well why don't we go play chess or something?"
"chess? okay sure.. why aren't you hanging out with angela?"
"oh man, the nurses said angela's not doing too well today, which is crazy because we were in her room all night and she seemed fine and well." she explained.
"oh wow, i hope she'll be okay?" i shook my head.
"i know, it'll be scary when i lose her." reese sighed, "but we don't need to talk about that right now, come on."
