"This is the most fun I've had in two years!" Sara screamed as Chance pushed her down the lower floor hall, her heart-rate monitor and IV bags securely tied down to the bottom. "Woo-hoo!"
A few of the waiting relatives looked up as those two passed them, and a smile eased some of the tension from their otherwise-anxious faces.
'Young love,' they thought, shaking their heads as they remembered what they did at that age, along with what they first did when they first fell in love with their loved one. A new surge of hope ran through some of their weary faces and reminded them of what they were fighting for.
At the end of the hall, Chance spun in a tight circle, and Sra giggled and clutched the bedsheet to help her stay on.
"Woah, horsie!" she laughed, the pain flaring up but not dimming her joy even the slightest. A huge smile was pasted on her face, and her heart-monitor was thumping rapidly.
Chance walked around to face her, his face just slightly flushed from running and pushing her, but a wide grin split his face across the middle, showing his perfectly straight white teeth. He held up his thumb in the universal 'good' sign, his face stamped with a question mark.
"That," she said, slightly breathless now and her heart-monitor protesting against her heart's quick pace with angry beeps. "Was. Amazing! Will you do it again? Please?"
He folded his arms against his chest and pretended to think about it, as if he would just leave her there, stranded in the middle of the hallway. Sara looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes and tugged lightly on his shirt sleeve.
"Pretty please with ice cream and sprinkles on top? Or whatever-kind-of-food-you-like on top. Just pretty, pretty please run me back to my room- that's the most fun I've had in ages!"
Chance heaved a sigh and playfully rolled his eyes, but Sara was too overcome with excitement to tease him or shoot a comeback. The heart-monitor started to pace a little faster and Sara gripped the sheets a little tighter as Chance took off again, her smile almost painfully large.
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A Chance Meeting
Short StoryWhat happens after a bomb explodes and a teenage girl is stuck in a hospital room for two years? What happens after a well-meaning teenage boy stumbles in to that girl's room, then stays for a bit? What happens when you mix hope with chance? You get...
