Im sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair, facing moms hospital bed. She's smiling at the tv. I gaze out the window and see my highschool just across the street. I sigh and focus on my application for college.
"Is my helping with that holiday thing at the elementary important?" I ask. Mom looks up with a cute little smile.
"Huh?" She asks holding back a little laugh. She took some medicine a while ago. Its now kind of kicking in.
"Never mind." I say writing it down.
"Im on pills." She says before returning her attention to the screen.
"I know mom." I say. I crack my knuckles and decide to take a walk. I tell mom I'll be back and if she needs anything press the yellow button next to her bed. She's half listening, half in her wonder world. I close her door, making sure it doesn't make any noise as Bert, her grumpy, sleepy, next door neighbor constantly yells at me for "closing the door to loud."
I wander down the halls glancing at the different patients. Two kids in wheel chairs zoom down the hall laughing. I smile and watch them turn the corner. Two male nurses and one woman nurse runs after them. A big rack of blood flashes by me. I wander down a few more halls until I find myself in front of the doors to the lobby. I push one open just as soon as someone else does. We bump into each other and my chest and stomach and neck begin to burn. The smell of freshly brewed coffee climbs up my nose.
"Ohh. Im so sorry." I say. I look up to see a boy with disheveled hair and a shocked look on his gorgeous face. He has emerald green eyes with a tiny dash of brown in the middle. He has a spare bottom lip and some stubble climbing on his face.
"No no no. Im so sorry. Oh. Uh...hear let me help you." He says, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the side of the hall. He takes the few napkins he had in his hand and begins to rub and my shirt. Bold.
"It's okay." He looks up at me for a second before returning to his work. I grab his hand when he begins to rub harder.
"Stop. It's fine. I'll get it. I think you're just making it worse anyways." I say. He has a horrified look on his face.
"I am so sorry. I already said that." I think that last part was more for him than me. I stick out my hand.
"Manon." I say. He hesitantly takes it, shocked at my 'peace offering.'
"Im Callum. Nice to meet you Manon." He shakes my hand firmly. I don't judge people on their looks, or their attitude, but more on their hand shake. If it's firm they have a personality and can stand up for themselves and dont need me or anyone else to do it. If they have a weak hand shake they have no back bone, no personality, and I instantly shut down on them. But luckily his hand shake was firm.
Just what I need. A little firmness and backbone.
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Felt like updating again. If you haven't read my authors note in my other story, dislocated thumb so I am typing slowly. Have a good day!
~Cora
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The Fight For Life And School
RomanceManon Wilson's mother is battling cancer. Manon is battling colleges. Manon spends most of her days with her mother, working on school applications. Nothing seems to be going right in her point of view. Her dad is never home, her little sister refus...
