Time we win, time we lose

Scarlet

She mimicked me and bowed letting her silky light brown hair fall over her face I could still make out her impending smile.

"And may I ask your name kind sir"

She remained in a bow and upturned her head a little so she could just see me.

"Nick Wade Andrews, at your service ma'am"

We both simultaneously stood up and laughed. My heart beat faster luckily I wasn't the one with a heart monitor or I would have to fain a heart attack!

"So Scarlet" I emphasised the Scarlet as I stood awkwardly, not knowing where I should sit. Luckily she undoubtedly understood and reached across to the comfy red lounge chair and started ferociously patting it with the most sarcastic look on her face obviously beckoning me to "take a seat".

"Little Sassy huh"
I looked at her and sarcastically smiled, she had a big pout on her face which made me smile from eye to eye.
"So why are you here Sassy"
I stared into her beautiful eyes then realising I had actually just said those dreaded 6 nauseating words, I shouldn't have brought up such an unbearable depressing subject so soon, why am I so unbelievably stupid. I unconsciously face palmed myself and let some extra air out of my mouth in an attempt to pull and tie the attention onto me and away from her, so she didn't feel she had to answer my stupid spur of the moment question.

"It's fine silly I don't mind telling you why I'm here" she smiled forgivingly as I looked up and rubbed the nape of my neck feeling like I was a kid saved by bell. " I am in a hospital after all, if you asked me this at a shopping centre I would be partially concerned" she laughed to herself, sarcastically stating the last couple of words making me realise, I actually enjoy her nice yet overly sarcastic company.

"Well Sassy you were about to tell me a story" I rested my elbows on my knees and formed a bridge with my hands, that I then rested my big head on, trying to show I was intent on hearing her terrible story.

"Well nickasaur, Nick-a-roo, nee nee, nic nac NO! Nemo" 

"Just Nick"

"Ima call you Nemo"

She didn't even so much as look at me, only raised one hand beckoning me to simply shut up. 

"Simply Nemo, cancer is a bitch, what's worse then a normal bitch, a rare bitch that will never go away. I have angiosarcoma but you could call it a tumour that affects my heart. fortunately this cancer can be surgically removed" she smiled at me and I mirrored her, she could get it removed and we could become friends!

"unfortunately it's very VERY rare for it to actually leave!"

Shocked I stared into her strong eyes, not daring to lose the lingering eye contact for a single fricken second. This girl, who seemed so down to earth, carefree and beautiful was being eaten alive from the inside. This wonderful girl was dying and no one could help her.

"So Nemo why are you here"

I apologetically looked up to her little heart shaped face wondering what she meant by that confusing question. I'm obviously not a patient here so why would it be important as to why I am actually here.

"Stop overthinking, I was just wondering why you just randomly decided to you know barge into my room and HARASS ME" she let out a pleasant smile not before imitating pain inflicted to her heart, which brought the butterflies in my stomach to come up and strangle me in my throat!

"We'll My wonderful sister Lucy had cancer and this was her room, she died earlier this year but I still come here as a form of unhealthy closure" I did bunny ears trying to mimic every psychologist ever

"She was 8 and an extremely strong girl with a hard working light attitude. She was the most determined 8 year old I knew, I only actually knew one 8 year old, which is good I guess or else I could be classified as the playground pedo" I smirked to myself not before feeling a hand print red spot of pain on my leg. I sighed and turned to Scarlet who wore a look of complete seriousness.

"Keep going"
"Well unfortunately her little body wasn't healthy enough to keep living. My mother practically lived here" I beckoned to the opposite comfy red chair from where I was currently sitting

"which made mum quite sick. She stays at home most of the time and cleans, as a way to distract the depression that grips onto her. fortunately our family has a lot of money as my step father, who mum divorced when I was 5, was extremely wealthy and left it all to us. Times aren't so bad, when I get home I take care of the old house, do cruel homework because fortunately I get good grades without try-"

I snapped back to reality to find myself actually smiling at the happy beautiful memories that had arose by publically talking about them on my own free willl. I Then took the liberty to look up at Scarlet, unfortunately finding a beautiful crying Scarlet staring at me with eyes of glass. She bent over to chuck the white hospital sheets off her, took off multiple cords, put one leg off the bed and moved her body so she could sit on the edge of the bed, looking at me.

"Scarlet what's wrong are you feeling ok Scarl-"

I was interrupted as I suddenly felt a 45kg weight added to me. She had jumped onto me and forcefully incorporated me into a hug. Scarlets small arms wrapped around my neck which seemed to be the support for all of her weight while I had no idea where the heck to put my arms. I thought back to movies, books and those girls at school who haven't seen their friends for a day and run up to each other screaming.

The waist! I finally put my hands around her waist, trying to take all of her extra remaining weight off her. She buried her head into my chest to contain her uncontrollable crying.
Is she crying for me? Usually by now I should be hearing  "And how does this make you feel" bloody fricken fantastic doesn't it!

"Shh shhh it will be ok, why are you upset, are you hurt?"

I stroked the back of her hair as a form of consoling her, I had gotten very good at it for some strange reason. Usually it was with mum or my sister, sometimes even myself. No I never stroked the back of my head telling myself it would be ok!

"I'm sorry"

Shocked I stared at her, she was a lot smaller then me from what I could tell, maybe she was around 5'3. This was the eventful first time I had seen her standing. She was tiny and if something was a little underweight.

"Thanks Scarlet, you can help me you know"

She looked up at me with her tear stricken face, puffy swollen red eyes including a red tomato face consisted of her being right now. Crying unfortunately didn't look like a rare thing for the beautiful Scarlet I knew, but I could understand why.

"Y-yeah"