My Unlikely Best Friend

Chapter 52

The scariest part during this whole treatment process, I'd say, was when a nurse came into my room, holding a very large syringe that held a bright red liquid inside of it. She quickly calmed me down before I could freak out, though, and explained everything to me before she did it and I could honestly say that it helped.

Even though I tried to play it off with a nervous-playful smile, I was petrified when she connected the large syringe to the tube that had already been placed where my elbow folded. I hyperventilated when I saw the liquid enter my arm and felt as if I couldn't breathe at one moment. It was like... I was under water, suffocating-I couldn't help it! I didn't want to look like how I did before!

She immediately stopped what she was doing and rubbed my back, trying her best to calm me down before she began again; then she encouraged me to talk about my day and asked questions as to what my plans are for the future and what my favorite movies are. Her attentiveness to what I was saying, meant the world to me, during my time with her. Also, I learned that continuously talking to her eased my fear and discomfort; it was because I wasn't so focused on the needles or whatever was being pushed into my arm.

I babbled on about my passions and my wants for myself in the future; and before I knew it, the syringe was completely empty. It took about ten... twelve minutes before it was empty, because it shouldn't be rushed.

After that, I sat in that hospital bed for what honestly felt like an eternity, before the machine that held up my chemo bag, started to softly beep repeatedly, indicating that I was finally finished; but when I checked the time on my phone, it showed that I'd just been in here for a little over four hours, which is still very long but not as long as I first thought. It was now one fifty-five and we got here at around seven forty this morning, so if math was done that meant that I was here for six, almost seven hours. But, I guess, I shouldn't complain too much, since the bed I was sitting and laying on was so unbelievably comfortable.

I was unhooked from everything and escorted out and finally met my mom shortly after I left the chemo area. She gave me a hug and then kissed my forehead and asked me how it went. I didn't bother to hold the truth from her, so I just told her the truth-I kinda flipped out at the beginning-but the kind-hearted nurse that was with me, calmed me down enough to where I was fine throughout the rest of the treatment.

My mom smiled, "I'm glad," she said as we continued to make our way out of the hospital. "Now all you need to do is stay strong like this for the remainder of the treatments. It might be hard but I believe, with God's help, you can do it."

"Yeah," I replied. "Hey, oh and can we go up to Bonnie's room one more time before we leave, so we could say bye to her?"

"Mmm..." she was in thought for a moment. "No, baby. We've already been in here for too long. I need to take you home so you can get some rest, I bet you're exhausted by now." Sighing, she continued, "you're coming back tomorrow, anyway, remember? You can see her then. Alright?"

My shoulders dropped. "Yeah," I said solemnly and looked to the floor, "okay."

We, at last, made it to the car and once we were both inside, my mom took off. The drive was quiet between us for a long while before she decided to turned up the radio slightly, to listen to whatever song her favorite station was playing. A smile played on her full lips as she gently hummed and bobbed her head to the song as it played; and I was glad that my mom was more interested in singing along with the man on the radio, at that moment, than trying to strike up a conversation with me.

I didn't really feel like talking, right now. All I wanted to do was lazily lean my head onto the car door, to just look out the window and see how dark and gray it was. The impregnated clouds congested the sky so greatly that it blocked the sun's beautiful rays of sunlight-the very thing I needed to get through everyday. It wasn't raining yet, but even a fool can tell that it wouldn't take long for the clouds to finally give birth.