The next morning, I threw on clothes, and got back to the hospital. I don't care how long it would take him to heal, I would spend as much time as possible with him. He means too much to me. Today is also our 3 month anniversary. I bought him the book series "Harry Potter" because he has never read them. Don't tell him but I bought the off of eBay. It made me begin to wonder what he got me. I know it was just my birthday, so probably something small. Or nothing for that matter.
We check into the Hospital and they tell me he's been up and waiting for me.
"Would you like me to stay her Pumpkin?"
"No I have my phone. I will call when I'm ready to leave."
"Okay. See you later."
I walk onto his room. He's quieter and still recovering.
"Morning boo."
"Hey. Happy 3 months!"
"You too Parker. I got you something. But I didn't wrap it."
I hand him the books.
"Thanks Brielle. I got you something too."
He hands me a huge boxes.
"How did you get this here?"
"My mom just dropped it off."
I smile, and begin to open the box.
Inside there is my favorite sweater of his to wear. It's navy blue and reads "Yale" on it. There is also a new great and white beenie hat, and matching mittens.
"I know it's going to start getting cold, but I got you items to keep you warm."
"Thank you Parker."
"Brielle, I'm still recovers, and don't have much energy. Would you start reading the first book to me?"
"Anything for you."
I grab the book and begin to read.
I read for about 2 hours until the nurse brought us both in lunch.
We took a break to eat. She brought me a chicken sandwich, which was delicious. Parker had jello. No solid food yet.
After I fished, I continued to read. I haven't read the books in a couple of years, but I still remember it like the back of my hand.
After reading to him for 4 more hours,I hear snoring. I have read him to sleep. Which is good cause he needs the rest. I text my Father and tell him to come pick me up.
I set the books down in my comfy chair they brought me in. Grabbed my box of presents, kiss Parker on the forehead, and went to sign out.
I thought to myself. I WILL come whenever I can, I just hope he gets better soon.
Once I sign out and walk to the entrance my Father is there waiting.
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Not So Normal
Подростковая литератураBrielle was diagonised with Cancer when she was 6 years old. After recieveing treatment for several month's, she began to feel better. During her treatments, the radiation damaged and changed her normal cells. She began developing a strange, power...
