With Just One Look

Those Blue Eyes

I tapped my fingers on the arm rest of the chair I was sitting in. It's been two hours and the doctors still haven't let me see Noah. Is it really that hard to just let me sit in the same room as him? All I want to know is if he's okay, but I should know by now that doctors that work is these big hospitals never really seem to care about the patient's family and loved ones.

Okay, maybe thats a little harsh, but hey, its true in my case. Of course I fully appreciate all that they are doing for my brother. If it weren't for them, Noah probably wouldn't even be alive right now.

I shook my head at that horrible thought, I don't even want to imagine this world without Noah. He's that kid you see walking down the street with a smile plastered on his face and it makes you smile to see how fun and happy he is. He has this glow about him that people just love. His little button nose and crooked smile is what people always fall for. One look at him and you would never know he has cancer, well besides the fact that his dirty blonde hair is now gone.

The sound of someone coughing from across the room made me turn my head just slightly, taking me out of my gaze. There were quite a bit of other people here, which was pretty rare. Usually it's just me and maybe a few others but today there looked to be about ten other people here in the waiting room, sadly not one of them was my age.

Bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my feet on the chair, I sighed. I should being preparing myself for college right now since i just graduated high school earlier this month and surprisingly got accepted into Juilliard. Who would have thought my spontaneous audition would have actually landed me a scholarship.

Sure, I loved to dance and it used to be my passion but after my parent's accident dancing never really mattered anymore. The only reason I sent them the audition tape was because of Noah. A lot of my decisions in life were inspired my Noah.

Right, anyways like I was saying, instead of getting ready for Juilliard I'm in this place but now i'm not even sure if I'll go. How can i just move all the way to New York with Noah's condition. Right now my life revolved around him and I wasn't going to let something as stupid as school get in the way of my only family.

"Luke! Luke! You can't go back there! Luke!!" I heard a voice yell. Allison's voice. Uh-oh, must be one of the patients trying to escape again. You'd be surprised how many crazy people they get in this hospital. You'd think it were a looney bin place.

I saw Allison walk back to her front desk, shaking her head. "That kid, I tell you. He never listens to me." She mumbled to herself, quite loudly actually.

"Are you okay Allison?" I asked her from across the room, trying to be polite.

"Oh yes Sophie. I'm fine, thank you. Just my grandson acting up again - as usual," she rambled. "He always does this you see. Never listening, always doing what he wants to do. Kids these days!" I was starting to think she was talking to herself more than to me.

I just simply nodded my head with a quite laugh. Poor Allison, her little grandson not listening to her. Note to self: Never have kids. Why? Kids lead to grandchildren and grandchildren lead to...a mental breakdown.

I could hear laughing from behind the front desk. It was probably coming from the children's section of the hospital since it was right behind Allison's desk which was so close to me. I tried really hard to listen for Noah's laugh but it just didn't come to my ears. They probably had him in yet another test room, like always and now he was missing out on whatever fun the other kids were having.

"Hey Allison," moving my head just a bit toward her, I kept my eyes locked on the boring white wall in front of my out of habit. "Do you think the doctors will let Noah come home soon? For good, I mean."