Please don't leave

Chapter 2

I woke up and felt dizzy.  I looked around to find I was in a hospital bed,  in my right arm were several tubes extending into bags with held an array of disgusting colors. I want to look down at the doorway,  but the sight of myself in a mirror stops me. At first I think it's the patient in the next room,  but then I see that when the person moves,  it is in perfect sync with me. It is me. Me. Eric Levine. 16 years old.  And terminal cancer succumber. I have an oxygen mask placed over my nose and mouth. I take it off but immediatly see blackness enveloping my sight. I put it back on. I quickly unhook the portable heart monitor and attach it to my rolling IV stand. I look to see a wheelchair by my bed and gingerly lift the oxygen tank into the back compartment of the wheelchair. I tentetivly life the covers off of my now cracked skin and slide into the wheelchair,  a moan passing my lips as I do. At this moment a nurse comes in, seeing that my heart rate had spiked on one of their spy-on-the-patient gadgets.  She immediately helped me get my medicine and heart monitor into the specially designed parts of the wheelchair. She asks me if I need any more help, but I tell her no. As I roll down the hall, I see a patient has left their room door open. I take a quick peek in. There, lying on the bed, is a girl. She is as thin as a stick, and pale as the moon. Although they seem like beautiful terms for physical traits. They weren't. She was skinny as a stick. An actual stick. Even through her shirt, you could easily count her ribs. She was so pale it looked unnatural. But then I realized that that's just how I looked. I didn't want her to see me with this huge mask on my face, so I asked a nurse if she could swap it for a nasal cannula. She quickly agreed. After this, I roll into her room. A smirk on my face. She turns her head towards me. I see a slight smile on her face. "Hey, " I say. "Hello" she says in a surprisingly steady voice. Suddenly I feel dizzy again. Great. I think. Just what I need, to pass out in front of a girl. But I don't pass out. "Wanna come look around the hospital with me?" I ask. She immediately agrees and jumps out of bed. I'm surprised. She walks steadily down the hallway with me. After a while though, my hands start hurting and I can tell blisters are forming from the wheels of the wheelchair. I quietly ask her if she can push me. She agrees with a note of sympathy in her voice. This gives me an idea.