Letters from You

November 21

Today Chris said he would spend the day with me. I was excited to say the least. Since school started for the both of us and not going to the same place, it's been harder and harder to see each other. Yesterday was the one year anniversary, and I really wish he did have to go to class. 

Last time I talked to him he said he had the complete day planned out, even if I really wasn't allowed to leave the hospital grounds. He somehow managed to convince my nurse to let me go outside, I think he used some of his amazing charm to do it. But it is nice to get out of the stuffy room every once and a while.

Chris has been really silent since he got here, and it's starting to worry me. Normally he's talking about something that happened with his roommate or a class, or just trying to get me to talk about what I've been up to. He was pulling me by the hand outside, and I was excited to see what he did.

The hospital has what they call the patient gardens, which is just a garden in the center of the hospital where the patients can come and sit. I'd only been out here once and that was this time. The sun was shining through some trees scattered around, giving of shady cool spots everywhere. There were a few benches the followed a little walking path. It was cute for being in a hospital.

"I didn't know if it would be too cold for this, but I set everything up. I really hope you like it." It was the first time I've heard him speak since we left the room. And even then he really did say anything. I wonder what's up with him today.

I look over at where he's looking at and see a picnic table covered on a checkered cloth, and having little dishes on it. I would see sliced sandwiches, different kinds of fruits, and even some kind of chocolate. How did he get all this in here?

I walk over to the table, Chris in tow, and just look at it. "How did you do this? I mean, how did you get all this food in here?" I ask, looking over my shoulder to see him smiling.

"Took a little talking, and what you call my charm. But I though that we could have a little picnic out here. You nurse and doctor knows we're out here, so there's no need for you to get in trouble. Now," walks over to one side of the bench, "lets have a picnic." I laugh and sit down on the other side. 

We talk about classes and what our plans are for the week we have off. It was all real up beat and happy, up until I could tell something was bugging him. He wasn't laughing like he normally does and it looked as if he was forcing his smiles. Did I say something?

I reach over the table and grab his hand. "Hey, is something wrong? You're not acting normal and I'm worried. What happened?" He shakes his head and he looks like he's trying to hold back from crying. 

(I'm sorry) "I have to tell you something. My mom is the only other person who knows, and I want you and her to be the only people until I get better." I looks him confused at what he means. Better? Is he sick or something. He takes a deep breath. "I went to the doctor the other day due to this pain in chest. I though it was just the flu or something, but when the doctor asked me to get a CAT scan, I knew something was wrong. I didn't want to scare you when I found out, but I know I have to tell you." He breaths again and I see a single tear run down his cheek. Oh no.

"Kat, I have cancer." As soon as the word left his mouth, he lost it. He starts sobbing in a way that you know is real. I put my hand to my mouth and force myself to be as strong as possible. But just watching him break down like that, I can do it. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as I stand up and sit next to him. 

I just let him cry. Don't know what it's like to go what he's going through, but I know it's going to be really hard. The only things that go through my mind are one, make sure to be there for him no matter what, and two, don't let thing change anything toward him. So I just let him cry. And at some point in time, I start along with him.

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I don't know how long we were out there, but the next thing I know, Kayla, my nurse this week, come in and gives me my medicine for lunch. I shake Chris to see if he was awake, and all I get back was a sniff and a gasp for air. 

"Hey, we should go back in, it's lunch time and it's starting to cool off. I think a storm's coming and I don't think you want to sit out here in that." He turn his head to the side to where I can see him and his face looks terrible. His eyes are red and puffy, his face is pale and wet.

"Yeah." Was all he said before he sits up and starts silently packing up the food that we really didn't touch. I help him with it and I see his smile a little when I do.

We finish packing up and I carry the basket in and he opens the doors and elevator. It was silent the whole way there, and I was glad. As soon as we got into the room, I took off the jacket, sat down the basket, walked over to the bed, pulled Chris over with me, and laid down. He lays down next to me and at one point I guess we just fell asleep.

(Hi. So, this is the final chapter of book two. I'm sorry if you don't like how it ended, but I could have killed him. Yes, I've done that to characters to end a story. I might do a book three, only if this one gets more people reading it, besides me and like 2 other people.

But the bright side, I now may or may not have time to try and work on the other stories on here. Maybe, I don't know. 

Well, I hope all of you have had a wonderful day, and I'm sorry this went up so late.

A rating would be much appreciated

-GamerGal935)