Cancer / h.s.

2.

Jaymee

Hospitals tend to give people a sense of death, or at least serious illness. But I get a sense of love whenever I am in the presence of a hospital.

It may sound crazy, but if you put more thought into it, it actually makes sense.

New life is celebrated in a hospital. Someone who has beat cancer lies in a hospital. And even when someone passes away in a hospital, you can still feel the love that the people close to that someone feel towards the late individual.

And right now, as I sit in a small waiting room awaiting to finally meet my cancer buddy after two long weeks, I feel the love that I already have for the young man I am about to meet.

"Jaymee Richards?" A plump nurse called out loudly. Many people in the waiting room looked towards me, probably recognizing my last name.

I stood up and walked over to the nurse. She stared at me thoughtfully and smiled a heart warming smile.

"Harry is waiting for you in his room." She told me. "He's very excited that someone is actually here to visit him."

"Oh? His family doesn't visit him?" I asked before stopping myself. That was rude.

"Um, no. He's an orphan."

I almost cried. I've watched shows and read books about orphans, but the sadness that I felt when reading those books or watching those shows does not compare to what I feel now.

I didn't respond to her statement, but asked where Harry's room was located. She pointed down the hall and told me it was the 4th door on the right. I thanked her and began making my way towards his room, feeling very giddy.

The door that had a sign taped to it that had "Styles" written in many different colors and fonts caught my attention. I counted, and sure enough, it was the 4th door on the right.

Slowly, I pried the door open and stepped inside the hospital room.

The sounds of The Fairly Odd Parents, a monitor beeping, and various other sounds filled my ears as soon as the door shut behind me. An annoying curtain hung in the way if me and my cancer Buffy, and I haughtily pushed it out of the way.

A beautiful young man sat staring at the flat screen TV that hung on the wall straight in front of his bed. His hair was long, curly, chocolate brown, curly, perfect, and did I mention curly? An oxygen unit was providing him oxygen through his nose, and an I've was taped to his arm, which lay across his stomach. Even though he was handsome, he looked pitifull.

So this is Harry Styles.

He lazily looked up when he noticed my presence, and he immediately brightened up. Then he looked shocked.

"Gg-girrrll..." He spoke in a deep, raspy voice. I could hardly understand him, as he slurred as if he had something in his mouth.

"Hi." I said timidly, moving closer to his bed.

He smiled weakly. "H-hello."

"Do you know why I'm here?" I asked. I wonder if they informed him why I was suddenly appearing his his room.

"Nooo. Don't know w-who pretty girl is." He answered, staring at me with huge green eyes.

I decided to introduce myself and my mission.

"I'm Jaymee Richards. I'm 16. And I'm here to be your friend. I kinda heard no one visits you...and well, I only have one friend. No one really talks to me either. I took part in this group called "Caring for Cancer", which offers a list of cancer patients to anyone who is willing to be a part of it. So I picked you, and here I am!" I explained.