White Walls (OneShot)

White Walls

Sorry, not character Bio for Hennifer. Also, you might be wondering why that name... I like to be creative and I thought it was a beautiful name!

What are you doing up here?

Her words. They rang so perfectly as I laid down in my bed. It wasn't just any bed; it was a hospital bed.

My death bed.

My pancreas was enlarged due to a cancer tumor, so the doctors removed it. It's too late though actually. The cancer was also found in my liver. My body is fighting the cells now, but once I fall asleep... I'm asleep for good.

What good is ending your life with a splat?

That actually made me laugh a loud. I was running through the day I met her. The girl of my dreams. My love. The girl that saved my life. The girl I wanted to marry.

Get off the ledge and come here.

I was crying when she came up to stop me from jumping.

Why would I want to jump?

My mother died in a car accident because of a drunk driver. My father shot himself when he was high on heroin (he got addicted to it after my mother). My older sister is somewhere in California with the parties and pot heads and I was here in Hell's Kitchen, New York. Well, then I was on a skyscraper but I lived on the streets in Hell's Kitchen.

I accepted her hug offer and just cried into her shoulder. I lived with her then and still do. But I just there will be no more of that.

"Ms. Janekin," the nurse said, poking her head into the room. White. It's all white. White curtains. White floor. White Ceiling. White sheets. White blanket. White pillow. White bed. White walls. "Ms. Christian will be here in a few minutes."

I sighed with release. Struggling to keep my eyes open, to keep fighting until I can see her, tell her I love her.

I struggle to sit up when she finally enters the room after what seemed to be eternity.

"Hennifer!" She scolded me like a child. You can say I found it amusing."Don't strain yourself! Let me help you," she propped the pillow behind me and helped me sit up.

"Juliana," I whispered, a smile on my face.

"They told me about the cancer and the surgery! Once you're all patches up we can go home!" She was smiling. Her beautiful white teeth, a ting of yellow due to the coffee. It made my smile drop the slightest. I wanted to go home with her. Propose. Adopt. Grow old. Pay for your children's weddings. But, I couldn't. I don't have the choice.

"Juliana," my smile was gone. "The cancer spread to my liver, and we can't really remove that!"

"What about the donars list? You qualify, don't you?"

"I don't have the time. Besides due to my homeless history I'm not qualified for the list," tears were on the edge of my eyes while they we're already streaming down her face. I used my thumb to whip them away and she grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. She closed hers and started to mumble.

Prayer.

I closed my eyes as well as she prayed for me. Praying my illness away. Praying that He would bestow a mericle on me. Praying in general so that I could continue living.