I don’t think I’ve ever had a worse time in my life. I wasn’t ok. I was anything, everything but ok. Cal, Cal, Cal! What if he was hurt beyond repair? What if he got a concussion when he hit the floor and he doesn’t remember me? What if… what if he’s already gone? Nothing mattered then. Nothing but Cal, nothing but the fact that he must be ok. The door opened and a boy about my age sat next to me. At first I didn't recignize him since I was so lost in thought.
“Cal!”
“Yes, I’m here.” His eyes gazed into mine and he smiled. “I am about to go into my surgery, I wanted to talk to you before I went.”
“I... of course.”
He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “I just wanted to see if you wanted to say anything to me before I went and you know, might never see you again.” He always said that before he went into surgery. But what if this time I really never did see him again?
“I… I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t want to go either.”
We sat there awkwardly for a minute. I took his hand like we used to do when we were little before his surgeries, but this time it was different. Like it was a goodbye. Like I would never hold his hand again. A nurse popped her head in the door.
“Cal, it’s time to go.”
He gave me one last smile then walked out with the nurse. I watched him and I thought I might would burst into tears, my heart kept telling me I would never see him again.
After he was gone, I sat there blankly for a minute. Then I laid down and let myself drift into sleep, after I cried until I had no more tears.
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Nothing Else Matters
RomanceBook 2, after The Difference Between Floating and Sinking. A girl's childhood friend must get his twelfth heart surgery.
