I Was Dying || Griezmann

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Grey. Everything was grey. My eyes were fighting to stay open as the bright lights were shining on me. I was on a stretcher. Nurses and doctors were rushing me to an emergency room. I could feel my heart beat less and less every second. I lost feeling all over my body. The doctors used an AED to help bring my whole body back to life. Breathing was like breathing in fire. My parents could only watch, there was nothing they could do.

"Honey," my mother said. "do not give up whatever you do. Do not go just yet, you have the rest of your life to live. Don't go. Fight for your life." she cried. I could here and there was nothing more I could do but follow her words. I tried to move and breath normally, but it hurt. The doctors were still using the AED and it was working. The heart started to show my heart beat increasing. They stopped and they had to put a nasal cannula in my nose. Breathing became much easier and my heart beat was starting to be normal. I was so fatigued that I slept.

My heart skipped a beat and and I got up screaming, took a few breaths, then sobbed. My mother came running to my room.

"Honey, what's wrong!"

"Nothing." I was panting. "It was just a dream." it was just a dream. I was still crying.

"You should talk about this to a therapist."

"I don't want to talk to a therapist. I swear I'm fine." I sniffed.

"At least let me bring you your oxygen tank"

"No, I don't want to go back to those days."

"Never mind that, I'm bringing your oxygen tank."

"Fine. Can you make me waffles for breakfast?"

"Sure." with that, my mother left the room. I calmed down and steadied my breathing. I laid back down and rolled over to my side, smiling to myself about yesterday. He made really happy, and I haven't been happy in years. "Woah, I've never seen you smile this hard before." my brother brought my oxygen tank.

"I was just thinking about yesterday." I sat up.

"Oh how adorable. This man really makes you happy, doesn't he?"

"Yeah and we've only had one date." I sighed. Maybe I was going too fast with this whole "friendship" thing.

"Alright well you'll see him again, that's for sure. Now use your oxygen tank!" she left to make the waffles. I turned on the tank and put the cannulas to my nose. I got up to a change out of my pajamas. It was time to go back to reality, sadly. I came downstairs slowly carefully bringing the oxygen tank. My mother was still making the waffles. I sat on a stool next to the kitchen counter. I was waiting patiently for the waffles.

"So tell me everything about you and Antoine." my mother was handing me the waffles. I put powdered sugar and whipped cream on top of it.

"Well on Thursday, I went to the café like how I usually do before I go to university, and I was minding my own business when Antoine stopped walking and looked at me."

"Awwwee." my mother interrupted. I glared at her.

"Anyway, he came inside the café and we talked until I had to go to university. Then yesterday we hung out the whole day. Is it bad that I lied to him about my past?"

"What did you say?"

"I said that I had to stop playing soccer because of injuries."

"Well you did get injured."

"I just left out the cancer part."

"Yeah. Do you think you should tell him?"

"I don't know. It's not that I don't like him, I do. It's just, it's a little too early and what if he can't be trusted. I don't want to spill my life story to someone who I can't trust. You know?"