It takes two people to be in a relationship.
Two people who both feel the same about one another.
I never felt love, until I meet the dirty blond with amazing blue eyes who changed my life forever.
Even though I had the doctors tell me 20 million times, what they predict of his life. I still had hope.
"A few months maybe." They all had responded "not much longer in afraid"
I had been to every treatment he was going through, never leaving his side.
Exactly one month after he had told me his news. I had been getting sick of seeing yellow stained walls and smelling hand sanitizer.
I worked my ass off to get money. His family had been poor, couldn't afford to have him in a room with a big window with a view of the beach.
I had approached the front desk and given them all the money I had earned. all the money I so badly wanted for myself but knew he deserved this more than I deserved anything in the world,
After all, I didn't need anything except him.
They let him into a better room a week later. I had been living in the hospital with him. My parents both left me.
My father had drinking issues and my mother was depressed. they said they needed a break from kids.
They adopted my older sister just days before this. they took her with them.
When Nick had woken up in his new room, he opened his eyes and the same blue color I saw last summer came back.
He looked to me on the couch beside his bed.
"Lexi!" He smiled ear to ear, "How did I get here?"
"Id been saving," I replied happy with his reaction.
"But what about you? the room must have costed all your earnings!"
He was so sweet. he always put me before him, even in times like this.
"You deserve it, babe" I told him looking at the ocean.
"Have I ever told you, I love you?" he asked me eyes flickering to me
"A million times, but every time I get butterfly's" I tell him truthfully "I love you too"
He shines his perfect teeth to me, and scoots over in his bed patting the empty spot beside him.
"Nick, I dont-" I start
"Come" he says interrupting me
I had sat next to him. he put his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest.
Even with him losing his hair, I still thought he was perfectly amazing.
We fell asleep that way that night.
The next morning something happened that never occurred before.
He has started coughing.
"You okay?" I said still in his arms peeking up
"I'm*cough* fine*cough* dry throat*cough*" I grabbed his water from the table and handed it to him.
He took a drink, but kept coughing.
I got up and sat on the side of his bed facing him.
He looked to me fast and I grabbed the bucket the doctor had given him.
He snatched the bucket from my hands and placed it on his lap.
Blood came out of his mouth like throw up, I pressed the red button the wall signaling to doctors that I needed help.
I rubbed his back and comforted him.
Just when we thought it was getting better.
The doctors rush in and shoved me away. they tended to him as my back hit the wall behind me.
Nick noticing my shoved body tried to tell out at the doctors but it only made it worse.
I started crying, afraid he end had come. My head that had hit the wall was pounding and I couldn't breath. I wanted to be the one holding him.
I slid down the wall and put my face in my hands and head between my legs. I sobbed out not caring about the others in the room. the ringing in my ears wouldn't stop.
I felt someone lift me up and place me on a bed. I felt familiar arms around me and a voice telling me it was okay.
It was his voice.
I wanted to scream back tell him I can hear him. but I was stuck. my head felt glued between my legs and my hands glued to my ears. my eyes wouldn't open and my mouth wouldn't stop screaming.
I felt a pinch and was soon asleep.
