week one hundred four | it hurts

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on monday abbie had treatment and i sat with her as they plunged needles of liquid into her arm. she smiled faintly at me as i saw a tear slip from her eye.

"it hurts, mikey." i nodded my head and reached up wiping the tears from her cheeks.


on tuesday i went to teach my class and work for a few hours before picking up alex and bringing her to the hospital. abbie was elated to see her, but after she left she began to cry again.

"it hurts that she has to see me like this, mikey."


on wednesday abbie went through a series of scans. when she came back to the room, her body was cold and tense and she began to throw up on herself.

i wasn't allowed back in there for the rest of the day.


on thursday i brought her a bouquet of sunflowers and filled her in on the adventures of my best friend, ashton's life. for the first time in nearly a month, i heard her laugh.

"it hurts to laugh, mikey."

"at least you're happy."


on friday i spent the day telling abbie stories about alex and how quickly she's growing. later on, she began throwing up again.

"it hurts my throat, mikey."

"you'll be okay." i whispered as i was tugged from her side.


on saturday i wrote.

i didn't know words could be so heavy.


on sunday they transferred abbie to a different room. her head was freshly shaved and there were new wires in her pale arms and tubes up her nose.

"are you going to be okay?"

she shook her head. "i am malignant, mikey."

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