LightxL: I'll make it...

Confusion

I blink. "What...?" I ask, my tone soft as I look up him. "What's...." I stop as he interrupts me.
"Leukaemia L...." He whispers with tear filled eyes. The man crouches down to my height and hugs my frail small body tightly. I grunt as I feel the air is knocked out of me. He sighs and kisses my forehead. "I'm sorry....it's going to be like this....for a while." I blink before looking at him with anger and annoyance.
"W-What's uh....leukaemia!?" I shout, it almost coming out as a pout. Wammy shakes his head and sighs.
"L....you are very sick." He whispers and pulls me up so he is holding me in his arms. I groan and kick slightly.
"Why?!" He chuckles at my stubbornness before frowning once more.
"The doctor said that I did have to tell you everything...." He sighed "Do you really want to hear it now....we can go inside and get some hot cocoa..." I shake my head and pout.
"No I want to know now!!" He looks slightly annoyed but mostly distraught. I'm young, six years old...why would I know what leukaemia is? He lets out a deep sigh and looks at the ground.
"Sit down....I guess I'll.." He sighs "Have to tell you..." I nod and look down below. Snow covered the concrete floor. I giggle and sit in my crouched position. He sighs and chuckles as he sits down and grabs one of my fragile hands. "L....leukaemia is a form of...cancer. Have you heard that word before?" I nod. "Do you know what it means." This time I shrug. He sighs. "Alright....here we go..."

I'm tired by the time he finishes explaining. I look at him to see him in tears. I let out a tiny whine. "I'll be okay though...!" I smile. Wammy looks at me hopefully.
"Yes you will L..." I giggle and pull myself up, offering a hand to help him up as well. He shakes his head and pulls himself up. I let out a laugh as I look down at the white snow.
"You left a butt print!!!!" I giggle and point. He shakes his head and laughs in amusement.
"Well you left a--" he pauses. "Shoe print..." I giggle and stick my tongue out at him as I run inside the warm orphanage doors. I was so glad to be back home. Wammy followed me and smiled. "L, me and Roger decided it was best if your room was in between ours so if you need anything and one of us is asleep the other could help." He smiles and I nod. "When you where in the hospital he moved your room okay?" I smile.
"Okay." He shows me in my room and smiles. I see posters and balloons everywhere. Most are saying: 'you can do this!' Or 'Get well soon!' With children of different races drawn in practical stick figures on them. I scoff slightly before thanking him. Wammy laughs at my stubbornness. "You're a little brat sometimes L," he chuckles. "But you know I love you." He kisses my forehead and looks at his watch. "I took a while explaining didn't I..." I nod. He chuckles. "You should sleep, L. If you are in pain or anything just stay in here and call us. If you need something you can't get yourself get me, okay?"
"Okay." I smile cutely. He smiles as well and turns around and closes the door behind him before whispering.
"You can beat this.." In a reassuring tone. It's so quiet I could barely hear it. It's as if he was reassuring himself more than reassuring me. I sigh and hop into my bed and cover myself up with warm blankets. I look up at the ceiling. I got used to doing this every night at the hospital, expect here there weren't any brightly coloured butterflies on the ceiling or walls. I fucking love butterflies...

(HI BABUUUS IM BACK!!! Lately my depression has been shit and I'm more suicidal than ever but I'm gonna make it through dis and write on wattpad more so pwease dun leave me 😅 I LOVE YOU GUUUUYS)