Just Another Cancer Patient

4 •Lacey•

"NOO!" I chuck my controller at Zayn as he chuckles tossing hair out from his eyes.

He had beaten me 73 times in the past two hours. But who's counting? Not me...

Troy had been sitting on the game room love seat laughing every time I started sulking at my loss.

Which was a lot.

The door opens and nurse Halle walks in with her rolley tray thing with the seven shots I had to take every couple of weeks.

I groan. "Ms. Halle. Can we just.. Not?" I whine. You can call me a whiny little turd bucket but after two years and nine thousand shots (slight exaggeration) I was tired of getting needles pushed through my flesh.

"I technically won't be doing anything. Today I'm teaching Zayn how to give them to you so he can do it from now on." She smiles rolling towards me.

I sigh and roll up my gown sleeves.

"Okay Zayn this is her first shot." She shows him how to fill it up.

"Now take the little alcohol wipe and wipe off her arm right here." She points toward my upper arm and he tears open the package wiping my arm.

Then she shows him exactly where to put the shot in and he puts the needle right on top of the skin.

"I can't get sued if I accidentally squirt drugs in the wrong vein or something can I?" I roll my eyes at his statement.

Ms. Halle laughs as I feel a little pinch in my arm.

"I feel like a professional now." Zayn states after I've gotten all my shots.

When I get my shots it makes me feel like I'm getting rabies shots and then I feel so beast. Like I got bit by some rabid animal and lived.

"Oh no." Ms. Halle looks at her beeper thing.

"Charlie tried to escape again. I'll be back in a little!" She says running for the door.

Charlie was a 67 year old man that had been a tough cookie for 10 years. He'd been in this hospital for a while. Those entire 10 years consisted of trying to escape 451 times. Or now 452 I guess.

Atleast that's what I hear from the hospital gossip.

"Well." Zayn states picking something off the bottom of the rolley tray.

"Dora or transformers?" He asks.

"Huh?" I ask stupidly.

"The bandaids. Do you want Dora or transformers?" He shows me the little circular bandaids.

"Um.. How about those instead." I point towards some bandaids at the very bottom of the little container.

"The burrito?"

"The burrito."

Out of my entire two years of being here I'd never seen anything more glorious. (Other than the liquid nitrogen room). Burrito bandaids.

He snorts. "Wow. I've never seen anything like it."

At this point it was getting my strange. It sounded like we were talking about some type of new fungus we had discovered on one of the hospitals mops.

"Okay! Well. Where did Troy go?" I ask frowning at the empty room.

"Who knows? He's weird. Yesterday as I was walking down the hall and he came up to me and said 'I just sharted.' What does that even mean?" He asks confusedly closing the gap between his eyebrows.

By this time I'm almost crying. He had gotten the quote off a movie his mom had sneaked into him that we watched together.

"You don't know what that means?!" I choke out.

"No?..."

"It means a shit fart." I laugh.

"Oh. Well that makes everything much more awkward." He trails off scratching his neck.

I continue laughing until nurse Halle walks in with her hair disheveled. "He got to the parking lot this time." She says breathlessly.

I had tried to escape once and I didn't even get to the first floor. You go Charlie.

•. •. •. •. •. •.

"So I was thinking-"

"Wow. It's the beginning of a new era; Lacey had a thought." Zayn jokes and I send him a dry look. It had been a couple days since the Charlie escape take number 452 and Zayn had came in with hash browns. I couldn't help but notice since I had started eating breakfast again I felt more awake during the day.

"As I was was saying before some one interrupted me-"

"They sound like a jerk." he smirks at me.

"Ya they really need to learn some manners." I snap.

"I was thinking that I should write a bucket list. You know just stuff that I could do within hospital walls before I kick the bucket." I say picking up my sketch pad.

"And?" He says looking up from his phone.

"Well I'll probably need help with some of them and you are my slave so...." I say smirking.

He purses his lips and grunts something about spitting in my breakfast next time.

"Okay so. I was thinking I could do maybe like 16. The amount of years I've been on the earth since I was pushed out of my moms vajayjay." He looks at me in horror.

"And I'll add one more if I make it to my birthday." I say happily starting to write down the first thing.

Things to do before I shrivel up and turn black: (I know, very inspirational.)

1. Have a race. Preferably in a wheelchair after hours.

2. Have a food fight in the hospital cafeteria when it's full. Make sure to hit that lunch lady in the face that always looks at you like you sacrificed her first born.

3. Spend an entire day in the liquid nitrogen room with a friend. Make sure you have a lot of fruit so you can freeze it and break it with a hammer.

4. Go an entire day with out wearing makeup. This was all Zayns idea.

5. Have a marshmallow war with my friend.

6. Somehow escape the hospital just for a day and visit mom and dad. I know I said within hospital but yodo. (you only die once.)

7. Help Charlie escape. He's been trapped in here over a decade.

8. Get in trouble. Somehow... Zayn says he has some ideas. Remind me to slap him the next time I read this.

9. Do karaoke while drinking a milkshake. I just felt rebellious. By the way, did you know my milkshake brings all the boys to the cancer ward?

10. Build a fort out of blankets and snuggle with someone while drinking hot chocolate.

11. Make my own icecream. My slave can bring all the ingredients.

12. Have a glow in the dark bubble party.

13. Play flashlight tag. I like the dark. It reminds me of my soul.

14. Finger paint.

15. Make a time capsule.

16. Melt crayons. Just cos I like fire.

17....

"You know 50% of them involve food somehow." Zayn says laughing a little bit.

"What can I say? I like living the fat life." I joke.

I knew that I could complete everything in time. I knew I could.