Kalopsia // Fillie

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"I think we're losing her!" A frantic voice cries.
"I can't believe someone would do this to their own daughter, how screwed up."
"Heart rate is stabilizing!"
"You need to tie that tourniquet tighter, she's lost a lot of blood."
"Poor girl, she won't be able to walk for months."
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"Oh, you're awake," a quiet voice remarks, thick with sleep.

My vision swims as I try to sit up, only to find I'm unable to do so. Why can't I do so? Suddenly, the memories flood back with a sharp pang to my ribs.

"Y..yeah...I'm awake...um, could you tell me where I am?"

"You are the newest resident at Harbour's Hospital for the Ill," the voice replies with a sad laugh.

"Well, this place sounds delightful."

"Truly."

I'm finally able to focus on the tiny pastel pink room I'm in. There's a wooden door to my right, along with a plastic nightstand. To my left is a flat screen TV, a clock, a window, and a second bed that's currently occupied by one of the loveliest human beings I've ever seen. The boy appears to be my age. His delicate, freckled face is framed with curly black hair. Another thing that catches my eye is the tube running from his nose to a small tank.

"Like what you see?" He jokes.

Why must I be so awkward? Groaning quietly, I flash him a shy smile.

"Sorry about that.."

"It's fine, if I'm honest I was admiring you earlier. How do your legs feel?"

Glancing down at them, I gasp slightly at the sight. Stretching from my hip to my toes is a cast. I must be really out of it, considering I didn't exactly notice it sooner.

"T..they feel okay I guess. Numb." "Wouldn't exactly expect anything less, they drugged you up pretty good as soon as you got here."

A quick peek at the clock informs me that it's four-thirty AM.

"D..do you remember why you're here?" He asks quietly while fidgeting with his hospital gown.

"Yeah, my dad..he uh, he pushed me down the stairs. He was drunk, as usual..but instead of hitting me like he regularly does, he pushed me down our stairs. I must've blacked out after that, because I don't remember anything else......why are you here?"

"I have a lung carcinoid tumor, the rarest of the rare," he interrupts himself with a fit of wheezing.

I'm about to ask him if he's okay when he raises a hand.

"Part...part of the side effects," he says between breaths.

After regaining his composure, he continues.

"It isn't typical for people to get my type of cancer, the doctors don't know exactly how I got it. Their final conclusion was that since my mother was a smoker, I inherited it from her habit."

My face falls. I feel so bad for him.

"That really sucks..." I reply softly. "Yeah..oh, my name's Finn by the way, Finn Wolfhard."

Finn Wolfhard, I like the sound of that.

"My name's-"

"Millie Brown, the doctors repeated your name at least a million times," he grins.

I laugh lightly and look back at my legs; both immobile, both useless. I wish I could feel something, but they only way I know they're there is by sight.

"Dr. Ryder said you should be out within eight months."

"How about you? How long till you get out?"

A chilled silence erupts following my question. I hope it doesn't make him uncomfortable.

"I don't think you understand Millie...I'm not leaving." 

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As previously stated, I'm not good at long chapters lol 

~K