Make a Wish

Chapter 15

~ Zoey's POV ~

~~ The next day ~~

" Zoey, your making a quick recovery. I've decided that you should try to walk to the cafeteria now, with the assistance of your mom of course." Dr. Henry says.

How pathetic is that? A 16 year old can't even walk downstairs without her mom.

" Great." I say sarcastically. Dr. Henry frowns at me.

" Let's get going sweetie." My mom offers her hand to help me out of bed. I don't except her hand, instead I focus all my energy on wriggling out if my little cocoon I've been in the past few hours.

I shove the sheets of of me and place my feet on the tile floor, I wriggle my toes at the sudden shock of cold, apparently they don't let you keep your socks in hospitals.

I push off of my bed and stand up, grateful to get out of that uncomfortable bed. My mom grabs a hold of my arm, steadying me. I walk over to the pair of provided slippers and slip my feet in.

" Let's go." My mom offers out her arm and I link mine through hers. We move out the door and start down towards the elevator.

" I'm pathetic." I whisper once we're further down the hall.

" No your not."

" Yes I am, I'm sixteen and I can't even take care of myself."

" It's not your choice, your sick honey."

" I'm like an old lady."

" No your not."

" It would be way easier if you just agreed with me mom."

" Well I won't, because nothing your saying is true. I'll just blame it on your pain killers."

" Fine then."

We reach the elevator and I push the down button. At least I get to go spend time near people that are more pathetic than me or just as pathetic as me.

The elevator dings open and we step in. We quickly become silent and I hit the 2 button with a quick click.

As we get closer to the cafeteria it gets... Quiter.

As we enter the room I'm surprised by the lack of noise. People are spread out all over the place, with their families, talking, laughing, smiling. I don't know why this all seems so amazing to me.

As I scan the room my eyes fall upon an elderly lady who is sitting alone.

I stride over to her, " Is this seat taken?" I ask.

" No, go ahead." She gestures her hand to the empty seat. I pull out the chair and sit down.

" So tell me deary, what is a young girl like you doing in a hospital?" She asks quietly.

" Well, cancer made it's way over to me. What about yourself?"

" Oh, well, you know elderly people, getting sick left and right." She chuckles a little.

" I guess so."

" You know my son had cancer. Two types in fact. He was such a brave boy."

" Was?"

" Yes, he passed away when he was twenty. He had two different kinds of cancer. I can't remember what kind though..."

I feel my throat tighten. Could that mean that I only have four years of my life left? Four years left to live? But they can get rid of cancer. Maybe he died twenty years ago? A lot can happen in twenty years...

" If you don't mind me asking, how long ago did he die?" I ask.

" Oh I wouldn't mind, but I don't know who your talking about?"

" Your son, the one with cancer."

" I don't have a son." She gives me a very confused look.

" But y-you just said-"

" Excuse me, sorry, but Mrs.Franklin has to take her pills now." A nurse cuts me off and wheels the lady away from me.

So she's psychotic, maybe she's just making it up. In fact, she probably didn't even have a son.

I shake my head a little a feel a light touch on my shoulder. I turn around and my eyes meet my moms.

" Honey would you like me to get you some food?" She asks.

" Um... I guess so." She gives me a slight frown but turns around and walks towards the food.

I can't seem to get my mind off of that lady. I bet she's crazy, but what if she isn't? Is twenty years even enough time to find a cure? But I'm not even sure if he had my type of cancer. But there's a one in a million chance he did... But what if he was that one?