"Okay, Elyea. This is just a quick walk. Then you have 5 more laps to do today," my nurse for the day, Lucy, said.
"Alright, alright," I mumbled. I did not want to do 5 more laps for the day.
As we walked in silence, I happen to look in another patients room. A boy with brown hair (yes I'm sticking with the brown hair unless you tell me you want blonde for him) is playing with a knife, picking at his skin on his fingers. I looked at his name tag outside of his room Winston, Dallas it said.
As I stopped to watch him, he glanced up at me, not saying anything. His eyes have this pained look in them.
I decided to talk to him, "Hey, I know being in here sucks. Trust me, I've been here for 3 months."
He doesn't say anything so I grabbed my IV pole and started walking again.
Next day:
I'm laying in my hospital bed when Dallas walks up to my door.
"Can I come in?" He asks in a low
"Sure," I answer, not knowing what to do.
He walks in and sits in the chair.
"What are you in here for," he asks.
"I have lung cancer. But they just tried a new medication (idk how to cure lung cancer so we'll just leave it at that) so I might get out soon," I tell him.
We spend the day talking and getting to know each other.
Out of the hospital
Dally and I have been hanging out for a few days. We're out of the hospital and I've seen him everyday.
"Hey Elyea, I was wonder if you'd like to go out with me?" He asks.
"Yeah, dal, I'd really like that," I say. Loving my new life.
