Black Hearts

Chapter Fourteen

Cece's POV

"Hm... what to do... what to do..." I mumble to myself as I gaze around my hospital room. The place reeked of sick people and I happened to catch the smell on my hospital gown.

Damn, this shithole smells... I think to myself.

I had to remember that there are people with Cancer and possible deadly injuries so there was no point in complaining. People in this hospital could be struggling for their last breath while i'm complaining about how it smells like medicine and Lysol spray that could be smelt from the whole 2nd floor.

But of course, I kept my comments from the nurse in the room, because i'm considered to be one of these sicky people. And besides, that would be rude! I mean, I not that rude...

The nurse in my room didn't have on one of those strange oversized shirts with those stupid ass patterns of cartoons. She had on a legit nurse outfit you would find in the old movies or Halloween store. It wasn't so much like the ones at the Halloween store though... The Halloween ones were the "sexy" outfits with the lace g-strings and black Stiletto heels.

She had on a basic collared white dress that reached just above her knees, plain white shoes and a name tag which stated 'Becca', which had to be short for Rebecca. Becca had bright red hair, sort of like Meredith from the movie 'Brave'. She had a bunch of nose freckles on her olive colored skin, as well as a beauty mark near the outer corner of her left eye. She looked sort of younger than I expected a nurse to be.

Then again, I could expect a nurse to be a fat lady in her 50's with nasty looking shingles.

I let out a small cough to clear my throat as she straightened up the room. "Um, excuse me? Miss uh, Becca?"

She turned around and gave a small smile "Yes Cecelia? Do you need something?" She asked with a hint of concern.

"Oh, I was just wondering how old are you? You don't look old." I said bluntly yet hesitant. She gave a small laugh before answering.

"I'm 21 hon. Dont' worry, I'm not offended. I'm actually the youngest nurse of the hospital. I started my training right after high school. I graduated at 16."

"Dang..." I mumbled impressed. "So, you wanted to be a doctor all your life?"

"No exactly." She said "I always wanted to be a photographer! To capture the world through a pair of lens for others who aren't physically there to see it. It's captivating to travel around the world and explore a new lifestyle, while capture those moments in still-frames..." She explained sort of in a daze, like she was imagining another life.

She shook her head and cleared her thoughts "It's stupid."

"No it's not! I like photography! I think it's dope. I always wanted to travel the world. My friends and I were planning on going to England after high school. You know, just to leave the states and fulfill our wanderlust needs." I say with a small smile.

Then, a knock was on the door. Becca got up and opened it. I saw her surprised expression, but I didn't see who it was.

"Oh my... um... wow-" Becca said looking at the person up and down. "Hey... how have you been? It's been a while..." She said sort of desperate, like she wanted that person to stay and never leave her sight.

"Um... good I guess? I came here to visit my... friend." The voice said sort of awkwardly. I recognized the voice and sat up straight.

"Jake?" I called out quietly, but loud enough for Becca to hear. She looked at me and opened the door.

And there he was.

He stood at the door with a bunch of balloons in one hand and his other hand behind his back. Jake mumbled an "excuse me" and walked right pass Becca, without giving her a second look and sat on the edge of my bed.