Wheelchair

Disabled

I am not going to be in a wheelchair.

I try to get up and tell him no but he lays me back on the bed and gets the wheelchair ready for me to sit in. He sets a memory foam pillow on the chair. He lifted me up and set me in it. Although I was mad for being in the disabled... Ugh I hate that word "disabled". Anyway it felt like I was sitting on a cloud!

The doctor pushes me out of the room with my little cart thing pushing close behind everyone crowded around me.
"Are you ok?!" Asher yells running up to me standing right up close and personal.
"Can I sit on your lap!" Charlie smiles standing right in front of the chair.
My step mom came over trying to tell him no not worrying about me.

I lift my arms up telling Charlie it was ok. He quickly jumped up onto my lap where he normally sits and waited. I gave Asher a hug as the doctor stared to push the wheelchair. "Yay! Rollercoaster!" He sticks his arms in the air with joy. He turns back towards me.

Do you ever looks a little kid and think. Man! This kid is gonna be hot when he grows up! No? Just me? Ok then. Well that's what I thought there. His blue eyes totally accented his coal black hair, and his smile! His teeth were surprisingly all in and straight for that matter. He was quite tall for his age.

I look over and Asher is staining at me every step of the way. When I noticed me looking at him he smiled and looked starlight towered the counter.

About a week later of still staying at the hospital and having many physical therapy training I can semi walk. Although I still prefer to use the wheelchair. Yes, I know I was complaining about it but I'm kinda over it. It's pretty cozy for that matter.

Asher walked into the hospital room smiling. You know, I've never noticed how cute he actually is.
He has blues eyes and blondeish hair. He is not very proportionate for his age so he is about my size, I'm 13 and he is 15. Anyway I get very distracted at describing people. I do it a lot.

He leans in a gives me a hug. Every time he visits he brings a different type of flower. The people that work here call him flower boy. I think he has been bringing me flowers because my birthday is in two weeks. Oh what an I kidding, he is bringing me flowers because I'm in the hospital!

"Hey sky how are you doing." I smile. My smile has been getting better lately now that the cut on my mouth is healing up.

"So when is the surgery?" He asks me smiling looking at my head. He takes his hand and pushed my hair back out of my face. I shrug my shoulders and look up at the bulletin board. It is supposed to be for important letters or emails but they let Charlie put his drawings up there that he gave for me.

He looks at the board and looks around for the piece of paper.

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|Skyler E. Jackson                 |
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|Surgery due date- 8-5-16.  |
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|Reason- brain damage       |
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"Eh. That's in about two weeks from now."

Two weeks? My birthday is in two weeks!