"Miss, you must be heading home now. The hospital's visiting hours are closed."
She frowned. I blinked my eyes a couple times until I finally got the gist and stood up to leave. I wiped dried tears off my face and I decided to take the elevator. I crept into Ryan's room and watched him.
I wanted to look at the computer but I was too scared.
Ok just do it.
It's ok.
Take a risk, take a risk.
I told myself. I moved the mouse and it brushed into life. The screen looked up and a diagnosis popped up.
Perfect.
I prepared myself to read it.I read the notes:
Ryan Pope:
Brian tumor has grown
Stage 2 is now stage 3
Minor scratches and scrapes
Minor coma induced
Surgery needed
Chemo
Cat scan is in process
I let my mouth hang open and my tear party starts all over again. I quietly cry as I run out of the hospital.
I drove home and stayed parked in my driveway.
I dropped my head onto the steering wheel and let myself drift into sleep without further ado.
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A week. That's how long I have been checking in on him, twice everyday. Before school and after. On weekends, like today, I do three times.
Tonight is my third time today. I sit in the waiting room, waiting patiently for his chemo to be done and over with. After an hour the doctor calls me in,
"the chemo lasted for five hours, your lucky you arrived when you did." He smiles like people don't die in these halls, as he allows me to enter.
I follow his footsteps until he stops in front of a room, surgery recovery, it was labeled.
I didn't even know that was a thing. I immediately saw him laying there, his almost bare head and all. I stared at him as I took a seat.
"Thank you doctor."
"No problem. I'm just going to step out for a little, I need to check the results."
"Can you tell me them when your done?"
"You wouldn't understand them, but I can translate them."
"Thanks again!" Is all that I could think of, he gave me a nod and left the room.
I scooted closer to him,my hand on his.
