Me & Her [gxg] | NOT EDITED

Sixteen

It's Tuesday. Kacey's event is today. I haven't seen her since... Well yesterday. That's a long time.

She's speaking in front of a huge crowd about how people can help cancer research and help and stop child abuse. Also some stuff with the foster system and how it works. I have to pass out flyers for websites and organizations that help out with this kind of stuff.

"Here," I say handing a flyer to an old woman.

Kacey walks up to the mic on stage.

"Ahem," Kacey says and taps the mic. I turn to face the stage to see her standing there waiting for people to quiet down.

"Okay," she says, "So you might be wondering why you all are here today. Well, let me explain. This is my brother, Miles."

"Well that was him about a year ago," she continues, "this was him now."

"You may be wondering what I mean exactly. Well, four years ago he was diagnosed with stage one cancer. Which at the time wasn't really a huge threatening thing, but now it has turned into stage four. My point you may be wondering is that cancer is a killing disease. With no cure. But our generation and generations to come could have that chance. That chance to find the cure. So maybe we won't have cancer anymore. So maybe we could get rid of the horrible disease," she says.

She fidgets with her fingers a bit then continues, "But if you have a flyer, which most of you do, you'll notice that some of those funds aren't just for cancer. Some are for child abuse and the foster care system."

She continues with this speech for some time. Then Nelson appears on stage with a mic on his shirt. He talks for a bit then stays up there while Kacey concludes.

"You did great," I say and hug her when she gets off stage.

"Thanks," she says.

"How're you doing?" I ask.

"I mean, I hope for the best with the campaign," she sighs.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's Nelson. I don't think he's taking his medication. That night we were on Skype and you heard him in the background. He said that he could handle it. When I checked on him, the glass was broken. On the floor. He said he cleaned it up, but I think he got some in his hand," she explains.

"Is that why there's an extra pice of tape on his hand?" I ask.

"Pretty sure," Kacey says looking in the same direction.

"So, you wanna grab some food?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'm starving," she says, "Let me just tell Nelson I'm leaving-"

"He can come," I say, "Honestly I don't mind if he comes. I mean he can't drive yet can he?"

"He can. It's just he's supposed to take it easy," she says.

Suddenly I hear an ambulance in the distance. Wow. It's not everyday you see an ambulance.

"Hey! Back off! Haven't you already done enough damage?!" I hear some girl yell.

I follow the voice. It's a young girl. She's on the ground with a boy who looks to have been beaten up badly.

Wait. Holy shit that's Nelson!

"Oh my god!" Kacey exclaims and rushes to his side. "Hey, Nelson, stay with me. Everything is going to be alright. I-I promise. You're going to be okay."

"Well would you look at that, fag," some kid says.

I go right up to him and punch him straight in the face. He deserved that. Nelson deserves better. Much better.

"Kacey," he mumbles half conscious. "Not so loud."

"Hey Nel, don't talk," she says crying.

"I'm okay," he mumbles opening his eyes a little. "Just a small fracture."

Wait a second. Don't tell me he isn't aware of everything else. His knee I'd say is the worse. It's an open fracture.

"Nelson, you're going to be okay," I say as the paramedics come.

"Sir you're going to be alright," one of them says as they separate us.

"Can you tell me your name?" Another one says as the first one contains the bleeding of his leg.

"N-Nelson Miller," he mumbles. "Fuck!"

"He-He felt that?" I ask.

"No, they were touching his wrist," Kacey says.

"H-He's paralyzed from the waist down," Kacey says as the paramedics are a little confused about how he yelped for his wrist but not his knee.