Just Another Cancer Patient

24 •Lacey•

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Song: Hurricane by P!ATD (has nothing to do with this chapter, but I love it)
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"Why are your earlobes shaped like that?" I laugh.

"I don't know?" He asks, looking over at me from his chair. We had been sitting like this since this morning, reading.

He was honestly an angel because what guy liked to read anymore?

"We should go do something. I'm tired of reading." I say, stretching and sitting up from the bed.

"I have to go to the children's ward in an hour." He tells me.

I smile. I loved the children's ward and especially the little ones. I hated that they had to go through those things, but they were sweet and made you smile.

"You should go get lunch and then after we eat, we can go to the ward." I explain.

"Uhhhh" he grumbles, sliding down his chair and rolling his eyes.

"Come on Zayn."

"Under one condition." He smirks all of the sudden.

I narrow my eyes, "what?"

"I get a kiss."

I smirk back, "sure." He looks at me suspiciously.

I get up, walking towards him slowly. He sits back up in his chair, watching me carefully.

I quickly kiss him on the cheek and then run to the bathroom laughing and locking the door. 

"You little shit." He calls after me.

I bust out laughing again. He mutters something under his breath, but I don't hear it.

After a several minutes, I quietly crack the door open and make sure he's really gone. He was.

A couple of days ago, I had a shower and because Zayn was gone, I decided I needed to get another one. Within twenty minutes I was showered and happy. And hungry.

Afterwards, I took my meds and Halle came into help. I had explained what happened yesterday to her and she basically fangirled.

Eventually she left to do other things, after a long speech on love. That's just how Nurse Hall was.

I sat on my bed, waiting, and looking out the window. From this room, I couldn't see the parking lot or the garden. It was just a view of the side of the second building, which was for surgery.

A small blue jay landed outside my window, it was closed but I could see the bird perfectly.

They had been my grandmas favorite. She had died a couple years before my parents, but I still remember her like as if I'd seen her yesterday.

She had been a short, plump, older lady that had short gray hair and false teeth. She would always fix oatmeal. Oatmeal for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner. She could never have enough of it.

But I loved her even with her obsession with oats.

She was the only grandparent I had ever had and she would visit me once at month since she lived in another state.