I had to stay in the hospital after what they had found. They said that it was bad, that it had been inside of me for a while now and that all they can do is try. My dad never came to visit after that day, he would only call me. He was scared of death. The thing was, that I wasn't. I wasn't afriad of death.
I laid on a bed while the nurse went to get me a new milk carton. I loved milk cartons for the cheap milk they were. If a condition of a person is lower than others, that doesn't mean that the persons quality is lower. It may be cheap milk, but it's good cheap milk.
There was me in my bed, looking at the ceiling paint marks. Trying to make little shapes and things out of them. "Excuse me." I look to my side to see a boy, he had just been wheeled in today. They had no more room and had to put him next to me. "Yes?" He smiled at my concerned face, I was a little concerned. "I noticed that your wearing a Theory of a Dead Man shirt. I like them alot, just not enough to marry them. Their music is fine, its just there style."
I looked at him scared, not of him, but just because he's the first person I had talked to outside my family in a while. "Yes, I love theory of a Dead Man. I like alot of rock." He smiled and nodded as she took a sip of a Pepsi they had given him. "Leukemia." I was confused at his random outburst. "What?" He stopped smiling. "In case your wondering, leukemia."
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Falling With You
RomanceThis is a story about a girl the age of fourteen, who ends up in the hospital with cancer. She meets a boy with the same condition. She hopes to find her way through tough times and radiation therapy.
