Cancer / h.s.

14.

Jaymee

November fled quickly into December, the crisp, cool air causing a frenzy throughout Los Angeles, where the air was normally humid.

I sat in Harry's hospital room around 7 in the morning, staring out the window at the busy life on the streets.

Harry was still asleep, breathing heavily into his oxygen mask and whimpering slightly.

He hated that damn mask. I remember when one of his nurses, Krissy, prescribed it to him, and he cried for about an hour. He complained nonstop about not being able to kiss me or talk. I reasurred him that it didn't matter, I still cared for him.

Along with the oxygen mask, his original medication was working wonderfully, although he's gained some weight. According to Dr. Gill, he's doing a lot better than how he was a couple of months ago.

Speaking of the angel, Harry's voice filled the room softly, making my heart melt into a huge puddle.

"J-jaymee?" He held his oxygen mask away from his face and user d for me to come closer.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." I approached him and kissed his forehead. He giggled and stroked my cheek.

These little gestures made my heart flutter like a big butterfly. I had been here every single day for the past month and I don't regret at all whatsoever. The only time I wasn't here was when I was in school, but school was about to go on winter break in about a week. And I have a wonderful idea about what I'm going to do during those 3 weeks.

Harry pulled me in closer and cuddled into my neck.

"How are you feeling?" I asked softly.

"H-h-harr-harry's head h-hurrrts..." He whimpered into my neck. I pulled away and stared at him. He had been telling me that for about a week, and I was getting a little worried.

"How bad?"

Harry shrugged. "W-worse thannn us-usuallll."

This isn't good. If he's hurting and not doing good, Dr. Gill may not let him come home with me for Christmas, which was my plan.

I told Harry that I was going to get a drink and exited the room. Dr. Gill was sitting at the main desk, sorting through some files. When I got closer, I noticed they were papers of Harry's from a few years ago.

"Hey." She grinned as I appeared. She pushed the papers away. "What do you need?"

"I need to ask you something." I said. I waited for her to let me know it was okay to go on until speaking again. "Can Harry come home with me for Christmas break if he's well enough?"

She thought about this for a minute. "I don't see why not. You're parents would have to do some paperwork though." I mentally made a note to forge their signatures. They probably weren't going to be home for Christmas anyways.

Dr. Gill continued talking. "He hasn't showed any vital signs of not being well enough to leave the facility. You'll just have to keep good watch on him."

"Well, I asked because he's been complaining about his head hurting for the pats few days." I explained to her.

"Like a headache?"

I thought back to yesterday, when he told me exactly what it felt like. "He said it was like something was growing inside his head and it was going to explode soon."

Dr. Gill frowned. "That's a tumor."

Well that made me feel loads better.

"Oh."

"Let me do an X-ray and see just how bad it is. Then I'll let you know if he can come home with you." Dr. Gill left before I could respond, leaving me dazed and anxious.
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