A Couple

Butterflies and Stickers

I watched my little sisters hand flutter its way over to the radio tuner and I began to immediately react. She pressed each button with pure bliss knowing I did not want the radio on.
"Cheyenne turn it off!" I quipped up to the front seat of the car.
She smirked while looking back at me in the back seat, flipping through the channels even faster, pressing each button as if she had no sense at all. I knew she would do this, tormenting me at the worst times. She's the upmost disrespectful person I know and I'm hoping one day someone smacks her head straight.
"Awe is the music bothering you?!" She began to raise her voice and widen her eyes, tormenting every inch of me.
Finally my mother stepped in and stopped the arguing, "Can the both of you just quit?! Today should be a big day for everyone, especially Brian. We are all worried that he might have...something wrong with him."
     "Cancer mom. Just say cancer." I leaned back in my seat and put my head on Cameron's shoulder.
     Every time my head touches his shoulder it takes me to a place I wanna be forever. I want him to hold me in his arms and tell me he loves me and always will.
     I'm scared out of my mind right now. A few days ago I was just at the St. Mercy hospital getting tested for cancer and today they are going to tell me my results. I have no idea what I'm going to do if I have cancer.
     My body began to shake at the thought. How someone could be so healthy one minute and be close to dropping dead the next.
     I picked my head up off of Cameron's shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then smiled and started into my eyes leaning in for another kiss, but on the lips this time. I gently pecked them with mine.
     "Get a room." Cheyenne mumbled from the front seat.
     "Hey your lucky that you even have the front seat, I decided to be nice today because of all the stress."
     "Yeah bite me."
     Even though my little sister can be quite the twat sometimes I will probably never stop loving her. I'm not too much older than her but I got some years on her. She's finally twelve so she gets to sit in the front seat when I'm not hear, therefore her cockiness is at its finest peak.
       For some reason today the hospital looked bigger than usual and the parking lot was a lot more full. There were cars of all brand name and color. Some even identical to each other sitting side by side. The pavement was hot and you could feel the rubber on the bottom of your shoe beginning to soften and melt.
     The back of my throat felt horrifically dry and my nose felt extra breezy. The sun was beating down on us like a hammer hitting a nail.
     I began to quickly trot my way to the hospital entrance when Cameron called form behind me, "Babe wait for me!"
     I could here his footsteps getting closer and closer. The closer he got the more I could see the look of pure fear on his face. Once he caught up he took my hand and looked me narrow in the eye.
     "You know what ever happens in here I will always love you and never leave your side." His voice was stern, as if he really wanted me to believe his statement.
     I giggled and tried to pull away when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, "Do you understand?"
     I got to take a good look into his cloudy blue eyes. I could sense his fear beginning to come through his teeth, "Yes I do Cam."
     He pulled me into his chest and set his chin on my head, hugging me for a good minute. I just sat there and listened to his heartbeat. It was beating mighty fast but it felt warm and caring. His shirt smelled like a feint sports body spritz.
     My mother and my sister had already walked in and I was hoping before we walked in they would already be filling out the papers for my appointment. This part of the visit was always the worse to me because either during this time you got lucky and got called at the begging of the day when they usually aren't in a jam from all the patients, or you were one of the last ones to be called in and has to leave the hospital super late.
Appointments at this place are over rated because no matter what you never really get called at the appointed time, its always either earlier or later. The doctors are really good at what they do here, which is was something that was settling my nerves even though I wanted to scream bloody murder.
     Cameron and I had a seat in the waiting room while my mom and Cheyenne spoke to the attendant at the front desk. They chairs felt worn out, but it wasn't something uncomfortable. The leather had tears in it and the pad was so worn it was more squishy than a gummy worm.
I then laid my head upon Cameron's shoulder again. He leaned down and kissed my head. I was feeling my moment of comfort again just when a very large man in a white coat approached me and my boyfriend with the look of disgust on his face.
"Brian Haze, please come with me." He spoke in our direction.
His face looked as if he wanted to barf. What was the matter with him? My boyfriend nudged me on the shoulder and directed my eye sight towards the doctor. I took a deep breath and then stood up. I looked back at Cameron and he smiled at me and stood up too. I watched as he tugged at the bottom of his shirt to straighten it out.
We then both walked up to the doctor and he stopped us in our tracks, "I'm only going to need Brian to come with me."
Cameron's face went into shock, "Uh, oh okay."
His ragged, rough looking outfit suited him very well. He got all dressed for an occasion he might not like the outcome of. His hair a curly mess sat on the top of his head.
"Will any of us be allowed in the back?" My moms concerned voice flew in the doctors direction.
"It's probably best if the family stays out here in the waiting room considering the tension and suspense is something Brian does not need."
Me and the doctor began walking towards the doors that would tell me my answer. The closer we got the more my stomach began to ache of nervousness. And then, we were through.
I was staring at all the paper butterflies and stickers on the wall for kids who died of cancer. The sloppily colored pictures and randomly placed stickers is something I never want to be remembered by. I really hope I don't become a butterfly.
There was lots of doctors and nurses rushing through the hallways saying things an average human wouldn't understand. There was medical equipment laying around and random cancer patients in wheel chairs sitting around and talking.
My eye sight came in contact with a girl that had her head shaved. She was staring at me with the most sincere look on her face as if she knew my future. Her gown was partly undone in the back, and her slippers were very worn and flat.
We finally stopped at an empty room and he led me in and sat me down. The room smelled of fresh paper laid out on the patients table. I began to stare at the doctors rolling chair which brought back memories to me and my sister always fighting over it.
Suddenly the doctor sat down in front of me and looked me in the eye. He pulled the folder off of his lap and flipped it open. He took a deep breath before he spoke, "Brian I have your test results."