cancer, egd

17.egd

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"You want a tattoo?" Ethan asks, his right eyebrow arched in a questioning way. I nod confidently, a big smile spread from ear to ear. "Why, you're only 16? That's a bit young, don't you think?" He laughs.

"So? I'm sure my mom will let me." I chime. He shakes his head, looking at me in a way that makes my heart skip. His gaze never trailing from my features.

"What do you even want a tattoo of?" He laughs.

"I don't know." I shrug, quirking my lips to the side.

"You just know you want a tattoo?" He squints his eyes, his personal look of disapproval.

"Yep, take me now please." I jokingly extend my arms out to him. His tongue grazes the inside of his cheek as he smirk. As if having a conversation with himself in his head, he shrugs with a lift of his eyebrows and stands.

"I'll go talk to your doctor." He relents, a smile replacing the hot smirk. I gasp and kneel on my bed.

"Will you really?" I ask, both my smile and my hopeful eyes wide.

"Yep." He turns and leaves the room saying.

"Be right back." Before letting the door close behind him. I sit on the bed, not sure quite what to do with all the excitement pulsing through my body. So I sit there smiling like an idiot into the door, waiting for Ethan to come back. I feel my body start to shake, all the energy making me want to run around.

Ethan comes back through the door, a 'what did I just do' smile on his face. In his hand is good old Phil, my oxygen filter tank. I scream and jump off the bed and into his arms. My arms wrapped snuggly around the top of his shoulders.

"They have a spare pair of shorts here for you to wear." He says, I pull away from him.

"I don't care, am I allowed to go?" I ask, hopeful. He closes his eyes and sighs, trying hard to hide his smile. I shake him slightly and bounce up and down a few times.

"Yes, but you have to be back in a few hours." I kiss him, his hands grasping my back. I pull back and bounce on my tiptoes spinning around the room, IV rack in hand. Ethan's eyes are filled with joy when he watches me.

"Where are the shorts?" I ask. I put my hands on my hips and swing my hips around in a circle, acting like a goof.

"Right here." He tosses me the black sporty shorts, the kind I used to wear for track and volleyball. I catch them in my hands and slip them on under the hospital night gown.

"Wait a minute." I pout, looking down at my hospital get-up. I look back up at Ethan, he rolls his eyes and sighs, knowing exactly what I want.

"This is just because I love you." He pulls his sweatshirt over his head, his shirt peaking up to give me a slight view of his lower abs and v-line.

"Daaaaamn." I whistle, making him blush.

"Come on, that was nothin." He laughs. I take the sweatshirt from his hands and grab his shoulders. I turn his body to face the other direction. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Just stay like that." I say, still self conscious of my body. I quickly discard the uncomfortable piece of hospital material, leaving me in a bra, i take off the oxygen tubes and gently take out my IVs. I slip Ethan's red and black sweatshirt over my chilled body. The scent of his soft cologne still lingering in the stitching. I quickly grow to love the large thing. "Okay you're good." I say, running my fingers through my hair.

He turns around and smiles when he sees me. "Aww, look at you." He kisses my forehead. "You look adorable." He coos, taking in my full body.

"I have shoes, so I think I'm good." I cough and set myself up with the oxygen filter. I slip my bare feet into my Adidas, not having socks, and tie up the laces. I pull my hair into a side part and stand up.