What Time Left

Chapter Three

"Mom, I'm just fine. The doctors are taking really good care of me. You don't have to worry. They even say I might be able to be released soon and go on with my life normally" I sighed looking at my mother in a side glance. She had managed to visit me before work, a waitress at a restaurant downtown. She was now sitting on the edge of my bed looking at me quizzical.

"Okay dear. I'm just worried, that's all," she remarked ruffling my choppy short brown hair with her weak hands. I  have a feeling she isn't getting enough sleep lately, although; she will gladly tell me she is, a small lie through her teeth.

"I know mom, but I'm just fine. Mei is taking good care as me as well and-" I go to continue my list, but I soon stop noticing the tears rolling down my mother's dry cheeks.

"Oh mom, please don't cry," I gasped reaching for her and wrapping her in a close hug; the kind that makes you forget everything bad in the world, every problem that has you in a fuss.

"Oh my dear, " she mumbled wiping a tear from her cheek, "I just feel like a lousy mother not being able to visit everyday and constantly being distance from you and-" I cut her off this time.

"You are not a lousy mother! You are constantly working so I can be in the best condition I can be in!" I exclaimed almost shouting tears slightly falling down my cheeks and think, if anything I'm a lousy son...

My mom soon wraps her arms around me tighter and whispered in my ear, "What did I ever do to deserve a son like you?"

As she whispered such sweet words in my ear the only thoughts that comes to my mind is, Yeah, a son that can't even help pay bills. A son who is doing the exact opposite. A son who can't even pull himself together enough to finish school. A son who is completely untalented and useless, but the only things that come to my mouth, the utter truth, "Believe me I don't deserve you at all."

She smiled at me exiting our embrace wiping her tears away, " Oh my dear, I hate to leave after not seeing you in such a long while, but if I don't leave I'll be late for work,"

I cracked a smile trying my best to be happy, for her, my word slow a bit , but they come out," okay, that's really okay. I don't mind after all it's not your fault..."

"Okay, dear," she said smiling a bright smile that affects the crinkles in the corners of her light blue almost grey eyes that matched my perfectly, "I love you," she lightly kissed my forehead.

"I love you too," I replied as she picks up her purse still smiling as she exited the room, but it wasn't her regular bright smile I'm used to, it was a smile I'm far too familiar with, a fake one.

I saw her shape through the small window in my door. Her brown hair pulled into a tight bun with speckles of gray through it; he small stature standing as tall as she can, trying to be proud; her shaky hands holding her purse.  She seemed to be talking to my doctor. The old one that is completely bald, with a sunken in face, and has cold almost dead hands. If anything could be classified as a face of death, he would be it. I do believe his name was Dr. Louis.

There shapes soon disappear as they walk father and father away from my pure white room.I laid back down looking at the ceiling and I start to find creature in it. After awhile I had grown a bit bored. I turned my head and looked to my white side table where I had last placed the book I was reading. I picked up my book and opened it, picking up right where I left off trying to distance myself from the thought of death and my unhappy approaching tragedy.

I had grown quite engrossed in my novel. The climax was approaching and I didn't wish to overlook any of it. Of course this climax was not discovered at this point due to the light opening and then closing of my door. My eyes drift above my book looking around for any evidence of someone being in there.

I soon caught sight of a person standing next to my door, a girl. Her face was full of surprise and shockingly giddy. I went to say something, but the words seem to be logged in my throat unable to be released. Now it was her turn to speak.

"Um, I guess this isn't the restroom. Now is it?" she said glancing awkwardly as she glided her foot across the white and black speckled floor.

"Um, no," I said clumsily barely letting the words escape from my mouth.

She lets out a small, light laugh,"well, it would look as if I am lost," she admitted walking towards me, her gown covering her feet and dragging across the ground creating a soft sound. The closer she gets the clearer I am to recognize her features. She had long blonde hair parted down the side and seem to hang on her head softly and looked much liked silk. Her face was soft and her features were bold contrasting from her face. Her eyes were round and curious; they were a soft shade of brown. Her skin showing a light tan.
"Well, would you mind pointing me in the way of the restroom?" She asked politely.
"You, um turn right from my bedroom and travel a little ways down the hallway. Then it'll, um be on the right side of the hallway the same as my bedroom," I muttered mumbling the best directions I could muster.
"Great!" She shouted smiling,"thanks for the help," she called swinging open the door and starts a slow jog dragging her machine behind her.

I was left in my room all alone again. I soon began to read my novel which hadn't left my hands even when the strange girl came into the room. My eyes where focusing on the page, reading the words heavy laced on the white page, but my mind was...other places. I know I saw that girl before; however, I can't connect where it was. I had began to bite on my lip trying to focus on where I have seen her.

I was interrupted from my thoughts from the same thing that had interpreted them, the opening and closing of my door. I look towards the door to see the girl once again at my door.

"Well, hello again," she started with a smile,"I don't have many friends here, so I thought we could maybe talk." She had a great big sheepish smile on her face while walking over to my bed with her machine. "Umm, I mean if that's okay with you?" she quickly adds.

"Umm, yeah we can talk," I stuttered looking at her.

She sits on the edge of my bed and exclaims,"great!"