Song: Vas - jagger fin
No... I haven't told my dad. And I'm out of money.
"Calm down, Sage. You didn't even let me answer." Michelle sat next to her, patting her back. "You know, I've been taking medicine. However, I'll start what Paul calls consolidation next week."
It had been three weeks since Michelle had started chemotherapy through the pills the doctor prescribed and a few days it was told to her that they'd move to the second treatment stage.
The pain in Sage's chest was immense and she couldn't breathe, even though she had stopped crying. She turned to Michelle and hugged her tightly. She had missed that, the heat of her roommate's body, her touch, and her smell. It seemed like it had been months since they fought and receiving that information out of the blue after that was like being slapped in the face for no reason. Why was Michelle sick? Why was she so sick that she had to reach chemotherapy?
Sage was able to catch her breath, yet with Michelle in her arms, and whispered in her ear how sorry she was and how much she loved her.
"Why didn't you tell me before, Elle?" Sage inquired, meanwhile her friend cleaned her face.
"I didn't think it was necessary."
You never think it is necessary, do you, Elle? Sage wrapped her arms around Michelle's neck and pushed her body against the mattress. "I love you." She murmured.
"You're making a scene. It's not like I'm going to die."
Sage faced her with one of her eyebrows raised and moved her head like saying something was missing, but her roommate didn't get there. "Say it back!"
"No." Michelle saw the other opening her mouth to yell at her but interrupted right away with a beam. "I love you way more, Sage."
Silence got between them as their heart synchronically beat, as Michelle saw an ending and Sage, hope.
"What's Leukemia, anyways?" Sage's voice echoed next to Michelle's ear.
"I don't know." Well, she knew. Michelle was just scared enough to talk about it. "I have to go..."
Michelle released herself from Sage's grip, who asked where. However, there was no reply. Instead, Sage saw her roommate's body moving to the left, then to the right, again to the left, like a pendulum, and finally falling to the floor with a big thud. She left the bed and rushed to the other, turned her body so she could see her face, the blood from her nose all over her right cheek, her skin awfully pale...
"Michelle!" She pulled Michelle's gray hoodie up and shoved it on both nostrils. "Wake up!" She yelled.
The blood didn't stop running and Sage's hands started to tremble while the vivid red contaminated the fabric. The scene from months ago, during summer vacations, when she found Michelle on her bedroom floor reached her, and she wished that was a similar case, that Michelle had just fallen asleep.
"Come on!!!" Sage shook Michelle with all of her strength but there was no response, "Fuck!" She screamed in despair, haunted by fear, headache, and anxiety. 911... I gotta call an ambulance. Where's my phone? Where's my phone?
When Michelle opened her eyes, an amazing pain took over the right side of her head, her ribs, and hips. Sage was comfortably laid next to her, with her brown shiny hair on Michelle's chest, eyes closed trying to rest from the dull tears that had seemed unstoppable moments ago. Where am I? A hospital? She was startled but a groan full of pain escaped from her lips. Sage woke up and almost fell off the bed.
"Hey, hey... What's wrong?" As Sage got on foot Michelle found around her left wrist a hospital bracelet with her name written and on the other a needle pierced in her vein followed by a sterile plastic tubing that led to a bag of saline solution. "Your blood pressure fell." She explained.
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I Hate My Roommate
Teen Fiction«It felt like things were going back to normal, their balance, the peace between those walls that sooner or later would reach a climax and everything would break into pieces, it would look like the damage is irretrievable and there's no turning back...
