Let's Be Amazing

Chapter 1

 January 26th, 2013

Apparently, it isn’t normal for a healthy teenager, eighteen years old to be exact, to suddenly go through two major surgeries. Their whole life flipped upside down. Most teens just go through a rebellious stage, screaming at their parents, hang out with the wrong crowd. Of course all teens also face the issues of self esteem, or the lack there of, and the side effects that come along: frustrations, confusions, and all that jazz. But me, being a confused teen, decided it would be okay to go through some costly, fancy surgeries. I had scoliosis, well I still do, and it turned out to be much worse than anyone expected. Bad enough to need spinal fusion. Basically, the curves in my back were 38, 57, and 33 degrees. Normally, a curve should be from 0 to 10. Surgery is past 30. Now I have two titanium rods in my back, connected to my spine by 15 2 inch screws, and my spine is also fused together. Fun.  Anyways, I sighed and adjusted my Pink sweatpants. I pulled down my simple light orange v-neck shirt and double checked my hair. Luckily, it was good, well good enough to walk around in a hospital. Yes, I was still in the hospital, no longer being treated for scoliosis but for a rare form of brain cancer. Which they discovered I had in the middle of my scoliosis surgery. I honestly don’t seem to have any luck. Oh well. I am also currently on a chemotherapy trial, it’s considered a trial because it wouldn’t remove any of my hair, if it worked right. My other medicines were also in a clinical trial: in my case, seemed to be going better than any of the others. The main doctor, Elsie, had said that it could possibly be the cure, or at least a treatment, for the cancer. I sure hope so. These doctors and nurses were losing faith in the trial and patients suffering from this cancer were dying. And if it was working, I'd finally be able to get out of this hospital. I'm not being selfish, I've been in here since a week after my high school graduation, so around 8 months. I know, that's a lot. I have memorized every detail of the floor I am on in this hospital, I know what level to go to for every part of my clinical trial along with chemotherapy, and I know more so about my room. The walls are an off white color, not too yellow, nor too white. I'd say an ecru, with framed photos of useless things that were suppose to make me feel better. A total of three useless photos: one, a sunset that was taken about ten minutes early, the second was a clown, and I'm not going to lie, it creeped me out more than cheered me up with it's glaring dark, dark brown eyes that were almost black and such dark red lips it looked like blood, but the third wasn't all that bad, it was simply a photo of a cluster of balloons released into the air, but all it evoked in me was the urge to be free. There was one window, quite small, minuscule almost, that was far too high for any child to look out of. Well, unless you're an eighteen year old. I could see out of it, but the sight was even more disappointing. A view of the adjacent hospital section. The floors were made up of a hideous, yellow tile. The kind of tile you'd laugh at and walk away from in a store, although it was practically free. I'm pretty sure that it use to be a white shade but it's so old it is now yellow. The bed. Oh gosh don't get me started on the beds. The over-sized, horrible turn radius, bulky, boring, and extremely uncomfortable hospital 'bed'. The mattress was the cheep kind that was also practically free, but it was stiff, luckily no lumps. The pillows weren't that bad despite the rest though, they had an assortment of firm, plush, and in-between pillows. But you were only allowed a very small maximum amount of three. And if you chose the plush ones, it was basically choosing one and a half. The sheets were average, the simple white ones you buy for emergencies. They did do their job though, well sort of. If you asked for a blanket, you were able to be kept nice and toasty, almost as if you were home, without it was like without hardly anything. The lights were the cheap long ones, the ones that flickered like those in the thriller and horror movies when they burned out. But also the ones that kept you awake at night if left on. I think the best part of the room though was the door. An amazing feat. Something I was shocked was in the children's wing, well not as shocked as seeing myself there. It was a Doctor Who door. And I absolutely loved it. It had an amazing portrait of the Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctor along with Rose Tyler. The TARDIS was even in the background along with little aliens that I could easily name. Oh, how I loved this door. It was truly the one thing that I'd miss if I ever got out of here. They had an artist come in a while ago and decorate all the glass doors. Okay, sidetracked. Gosh I’m bad with this. I laughed at myself and walked out to the hospital hallways for a walk, maybe to visit some other patients. I smiled at one of the nurses, Luke, and walked over to him.

“Is Kate up?” I asked smiling, I adored this amazing twelve year old who was also, coincidentally, battling with cancer.

“How are you?” He asked at the same time, resulting in us laughing. “Okay, you answer first.”

“But I asked first!” I pouted as he stared at me, not replying and acting quite cheeky. “I’m feeling fine. No headaches, nothing. My back feels fine, well as normal as it could. My appetite is back too.” I listed off.

“Good. I really think we’ve struck a breakthrough with you Ms.Collins.” He smiled.

“Amie. I told you to call me Amie.” I sighed. “Now answer my q!”

“Kate is up.” He replied with a slight eye roll. “She’s been asking for, implying that it’s an ‘emergency’. Something to do with One Direction.” He informed me.

“Thank you mate!” I pecked him on the cheek and walked off in the direction of Kate’s room. All of a sudden a very familiar red head came into view, near Kate's door.

"Jesy? Jesy Nelson? Is that you?" I asked, laughing.

"Amie? Amie Collins? Is that you?" She asked as she walked over and hugged me. "How you doin’?" She asked.

"Just fine darling!" I replied. "Nice pun by the way." Referring on how she greeted me with one of her song titles, How ya Doin’.

"Oh you, know just thought of that." Jesy said with a hair flip.

"You probably have been coming up with that all day!" I said sticking my tongue out.

"You. Did. Not!" She said sarcastically as she snapped her fingers in a Z formation. "And ya,it took quite some while." She laughed.

"And that's why we love you." I gushed, squeezing her cheeks.

"Are you saying you wouldn't if I was smart!?" She gasped, then burst out laughing.

"Shall we?" I asked, gesturing to Kate's room.

"We shall." She winked and we looped our arms together.

*Picture is of what Kate would look like, it's Talia Joy.*