Memorys Of Her Heart

Acquaintance?

Two weeks after first chapter.
It has been two weeks since my surgery. I over heard some doctors whispering about my surgery. They said ' although the surgery went well this will only extend his life span for about four months' is it bad the idea of me dieing in four months does not scare me. I believed I have lived a full life and that there are a million other things I could be doing than crying over my own death.
I could never understand the greed of humanity; I mean the fact that people will do anything for power. My thoughts were soon interrupted after a girl I have never seen barges through the door. She had curly dark brown hair and greenish brown eyes.
She looks at me before saying "oh my god I am sorry... this is not my room" she gives me a strange smile.
"That's hard to believe." I didn't mean to be rude but I really did not want to talk to anyone. Just me being my unsocial self. "What room are you looking for." She continued to stare at me before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small piece of paper.
"Um... I am looking for room 143... you wouldn't happen to know where that is."
"No most of the time I have been here I am either unconscious or looking out this window."
" I understand that you were far to busy staying locked in this room to look around." This girl needed someone to put her in her place, but it is not my job to do it. She soon walked out of the door without another word.