Life when you're young is amazing! You get to live it the way you want to and no one tells you what to do. When you think of a happy life like that, you think nothing going wrong with you as in sicknesses. Well, life isn't like that for seventeen ye...
"Xochitl Rose?" I said as I scanned the waiting room. A man and a woman stood up with a girl who looked to be at least seven years old. The man carried a baby carrier seat with a small baby girl in it. I think the baby was asleep.
"Hello doctor." Said the lady.
"Good morning." I said. "This way please." I opened the door and we walked down a hallway with rooms, patients in them. We entered my office and I stood behind my desk, sitting down at my chair. "Have a seat please."
"Thank you." Said the lady as she sat down. The little girl was looking at the fish tank I recently installed for children entertainment when I needed to talk to parents about something important. The baby in the seat carrier was being carried in the girl's arms.
"So what seems to be the trouble?" I asked.
"Well, its with our daughter Xochitl." Said the lady. "We have noticed throughout two weeks something strange in her eyes."
"Well, let me have a look on your daughter." I said.
"Xochitl, sweetie come here." Said the lady. I smiled at the girl. She had blonde hair and blue eyes.
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(This is Xochitl Rose)
"Hello." I said, but the girl only smiled and waved. The parents laughed and the girl sighed.
"Hello." She said.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Xochitl." She said. "What is yours?"
"Adam Lambert." I said and the girl hid behind her mom. It reminded me to Tommy. It reminded me of the way Tommy used to blush or hide when he was nervous or he was shy. I smiled and stood up.
"Okay, so I'm going to make some tests on Xochitl and I'll give you the results." I said.
"Alright thank you so much Doctor Adam." Said the lady.
"Please call me Adam and its not a problem." I said and went to another room to do the tests on Xochitl.
***
Minutes Later. . .
Adam's POV:
"I have the results." I said as I looked at Xochitl. She seemed and I was worried. I never got a patient that had this and now she was the second person I meet that has to suffer with the nightmare that took away the love of my life.
"So what happened?" Asked the dad of the girl as he was holding the lady's hand.
"Xochitl has a tumor in her right eye." I said. "Or in other words, cancer." The lady put her hand to her mouth and Xochitl looked at her mom.
"I'm going to die!" She exclaimed as she hugged her parents. "I don't wanna die."
"Hey," I said as I made Xochitl face and I knelt down. She was crying. I hated seeing little kids cry. It broke my heart to know I couldn't do anything to help. "You're not going to die. You're going to be a fighter, right?" She nodded. "We'll get through this. Some people aren't lucky enough to survive...like my boyfriend."
"You had a boyfriend who died of cancer?" She asked.
"Yeah." I said. "He...was my life and I loved him so much. He was fighting lung cancer for years. I...I lost him in my arms. I watched how he slowly died in my arms." My mind played back to the day Tommy and I were watching the sunset...our last sunset before he slipped away. I felt a soft hand on my cheek. I looked up and saw Xochitl wiping away my tears.
"I will fight." She said with a smile. "You are now my friend and you will not lose a friend. I will fight. I will fight for my family. I will fight for my friends. I will fight for you and for myself." I smiled and we hugged.
***
Hours Later. . .
Adam's POV:
"I'll be leaving early." I said to Michell, one of the nurses and one of my best friends.
"Alright see you later Adam." She said and I smiled, then left the hospital building. It wasn't too dark, so that was good. I got inside my car and saw a photo of Tommy and I. I grabbed the photo and kissed the part where Tommy was.
"I miss you Pretty Kitty." I whispered. I saw from far a person selling flowers. I smiled. The cemetery wasn't too far from here. I put away the photo and started the car engine. After driving for a minute or two, I stopped the car in front of the flower seller. "How much are the roses?"
"Five dollars." Said the man.
"Can I get the banquet of red and white roses?" I asked and the man nodded. He gave me the banquet and I gave him five dollars. "Thank you sir."
"Thank you for buying them." He said and I made my way to the cemetery.
***
Cemetery. . .
Adam's POV:
When I made it to the cemetery, I turned off my car and went over to Tommy's tomb. When I found it, I couldn't help collapse on my knees and start crying. My fingers ran over the words that were engrave in the tombstone:
Here lies Thomas Joseph Ratliff.
10.18.81 -- 4.22.98
A great friend, a wonderful boyfriend, an amazing son
Rest In Peace
"Oh Kitty, why you?" I whispered. "There's a not day that goes by where I don't miss you. I feel so lonely without you. You made me feel I'm worth something." I left the flowers on the grave and lean down, my lips pressing against the cold stone, leaving a kiss. Slowly I pulled back. I felt lightheaded. My vision failed and I blacked out.
***
"Babyboy?" Said a voice. I opened my eyes and I gasped. He was there. He was standing there in front of me. "Babyboy, its me, your Glitterbaby. Your Pretty Kitty." Slowly I stood up and went up to him.
"I miss you Glitterbaby." I whispered as my hand went to his cold cheek. He smiled and pressed my lips to his lips. I kissed him back as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment I had right now. Slowly we pulled back. "Don't leave. Please."
"I'll always be here with you." He said. He kissed my forehead. "I love you Babyboy."
"I love you too Glitterbaby." I whispered and watched as my Tommy vanished into thin air.
***
I gasped as I opened my eyes and looked at Tommy's grave. Slowly I stood up and smiled. My Glitterbaby was alive. I looked up at the sky.
"I love you." I whispered and got in my car. I looked at the photo I had of Tommy and I and smiled. My baby was alive and I knew he was watching me from afar. He was watching me, loving me, protecting me.
