May We Meet Again.

The Night lights

All my life I've been told that I will get better. But no one seems to have a cure. The doctors tell me to hope and pray that a new cure will come out any moment and I'll get better. I've been waiting for that cure for 10 years. They say I'll be able to see the stars on the pier or take a long walk on the beach again, but I know it will never happen. A terminally ill patient doesn't do those things after a certain point.
I may never see the stars again. Hell, I barely remember what color my room at home is. Let alone what the stars look like. I have pictures but it's not the real thing. But anyways. I'm getting off topic.
Hi. My names Erikia. And I'm a terminally ill cancer patient and this is most likely my last year alive. I'm 16 years old. I would be a junior this year, if I wasn't in the cancer research center. I have blonde hair, blue/ green eyes. I'm about 5'3 when I have the strength to stand. You're probably thinking "why the hell is she telling me about herself? She's gunna die anyway." Hey, why not you know? I Know I Talk Alot About The stars. I love seeing the night sky more then anything. Sadly, I don't get to see that anymore. Anything actually. I barely leave the floor I'm on in the center. That doesn't really bother me as much. Sometimes the nurses will race wheelchairs with Sara and I. She's also dying of cancer, Brain tumor, she's only a year older then me but sometimes she acts years younger. I never really got along with the others here. Funny right? Even being pushed outta a cancer group. I guess theirs judgement even in dying people.
I don't really have much family. My mom and I is really about it. We never had anyone else and I'm ok with that. My mom wants me to get treatments for the tumor but I told her I didn't want them.
"Erikia, why didn't you meet with Dr. Solent?" Ms. Cole asks me.
"He tells me it's gunna be okay. He's lying to my face and my mom told me to block people who lie out of my life" I answer buntly. She wheels me into my bathroom so I can brush my teeth. What? Just because I'm dying doesn't mean I can't have pearly whites?
"You should meet with him? He might help you" Ms. Cole tries to reason with me.
Hmmphn
"Ow." I mumble. "Watc-" I stop mid sentence. Holy mother of tacos. He was.. godlike. Black piercing hair, blue eyes that could make even a mouse in a hawk field feel safe. Well built.
"Ma'mn? Are you ok? I'm sorry I bumped into you. I was trying to find check in" the beautiful boy standing in front of me says, breaking my little day dream type thing. Ms. Cole chuckles to herself.
"Erikia, say something to the boy" nudging me with her hand. He reaches put his hand " I'm Smith , I assume your a patient here? Considering the night gown?" He says pointing to my outfit. I hated these stupid gowns. I had my own pajamas brought in. I normally wear them but today they were being washed. Stupid noncleaningitself laundry.
"Uh yea. I have a brain tumor. Why are you here?" I say somewhat bluntly.
"Lung cancer. My family's making me come here because it's the best. Mind of I push you back to your room? If that's where you were going." He offers looming at Ms. Cole for permission. She nods to him.
"Be my guest, Ms. Cole pushes to slow." I say louder then I should.
"Keep saying that Erikia. " she yells back. We are a family here. And it hurts everyone when someone dies.
"So, Erikia, how old are you?"
"Well Smith, I am 16. You?" I say.
"I just turned 17." He says turning onto another hallway.
" Wanna have some fun?" I ask him turning my body around to look at him.
"Are we allowed to do that here?" He quickly answers.
"No but turn here" I say, pointing to a elevator, we get on and he asks..
"Are you gunna get me in trouble on my first day in here?"
"Most likely" I say as the doors open. I start wheeling My self faster them he could walk down the hallways. I loom next to me he's keeping pace with me. I laugh and speed up my pace.
"Erikia" He says laughing "your gunna get hurt" I quickly turn my wheel chair around and go the other direction away from. Laughing as I wheel away. Suddenly I feel a tug on the handles and he was riding the wheelchair with me.
"Aha. See? It's not all bad" I say, coming to a slow stop. I stand up and walk to a the food line that I wheeled us too.
"Whoa Whoa. Erikia don't hurt yourself." He says wrapping his hands around my waist.
"Smith, I can walk but they think it's better if I sit. It doesn't hurt me."
"That would of been nice to know before you stood up and nearly gave me a heart attack. You're nurse would of killed me" I sit back in the chair as he wheels me back to the elevator when we see Ms. Cole.
"Turn around Smith, it's the nurse." He quickly turned me around and started speed walking the other way.
"Erikia!" Ms. Cole yells.
"Smith, run". We laugh as we run away from the nurse.
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