Another week of my life passes, and to be honest, I feel great and I've been stable. Each day, Ethan comes in and checks on me. We talk until he is forced to leave, still laughing as the nurse shushes him away. We truly enjoying each other's company. But today is Friday. Today is the day my mom said she would bring Michael in to meet me.
I told Ethan about his, but all he did was smile and nudge my leg. "You're going to be fine Vic. He's probably not that bad." He tries to keep me as positive as possible and quite frankly, he's the only one that actually succeeds at doing so.
With my good mood and positive attitude, a few nurses have become very fond of me, calling me 'sweat-heart' instead of the casual 'Victoria'. I like that I can bring a smile to their faces. Through Ethan, I have had the pleasure to learn how to make a stone, cold frown turn into a soft, warm smile.
Before all this, it's true that I was the class clown. But I was a jokester, not someone that could make a person smile with their hearts. I made people laugh, brightening their mood, yes, but making them feel better a human being, no.
Ethan seems to be a natural at that, constantly being polite and wishing the best to everyone. He's always filled with this bright light, that bright light shining upon people and making them smile.
My mom used to be that way as well. She seemed to be a beacon of happiness and joy. But then she broke, only shining every once and a while. But when she is happy, she is sincerely one of the best people you will ever encounter.
The thoughts and memories of my past shake me from my haze. My stare breaking from the paint on the wall that I remember putting there like it was yesterday. We did have brushes, my hands were bandaged up, so we improvised and used Ethan's large, but gentle, hands to paint out our names. After that, we sang along to songs from when we were young and cringey; admittedly, we are probably still as cringe just in a different form.
My door opens and I hear the voices from the hallway swim to my ears, giving me a slight head ache. I see my mom, behind her stands a man in a nice, fitted, green sweater and kakis. His big, white teeth framed by his smiling lips. He's not my moms normal 'cup of tea', but you can't judge a book by its cover.
"Hey mom! Hey Michael!" I smile.
"Oh please, call me Mike. You must be the gorgeous Victoria!" He extends his hand to me and I shake it firmly. My dad used to always tell me that you can tell a lot about a person just by the way they shake your hand, the man was never wrong when it came to reading people.
"Hey honey." My mom pulls me into a hug, handing me a little stuffed bear, the tiny thing a red heart with the words Get Well Soon stitched into its soft fabric. "It was Mike's idea." She smiles and gives me a wink. I take the bear in my hand.
"Thank you Mike, thank you mom." I say, grateful they actually gave a damn about my life and health situation.
"Anytime." He smiles, his eyes seem to always be in a squint. I see a movement out of the corner of my eye and see Ethan waving for my attention through the small slit of a window in the door. He points to my mom and Mike, I widen my my eyes.
"Hey have you seen the view?" I ask, wanting their eyes off me. It works, they walk to the large window, their back turned to me. I shake my head and mouth 'go' to him. I nods disappears and then comes back and mouths 'I'll wait till they're gone' in response and I nod my head.
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cancer, egd
Fanfiction"Wait, so why did you want to do this?" I ask. "Why not?" "I don't know." I look around the dull room. "It's boring." "The only the boring about this is the way you are currently thinking." He laughs, propping his legs up on my bed like he owns it...
