Kalopsia // Fillie

Chapter n i n e

♥nine♥

ღmy world is youღ

"Millie? Cmon Millsssss you have to wake up!" Finn's familiar voice whispers harshly. 

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I notice it's only four thirty-seven; way too early to be awake.

"For what Finny?" I whine, hints of annoyance lacing my voice.

"Our celebration silly!" He replies, making his voice childish and high-pitched.

It earns a weak giggle from me. Metal creeks as Finn timidly pushes my wheelchair to my bedside. Now slightly more alert, I sit up carefully.

"I'm not even dressed! I'm in my hospital gown."

"Well so am I!" Finn snorts and motions to the faded blue smock he's wearing. 

"Touché," I mutter as he steps forward slowly and wraps his arms around my waist, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

"And I thought I was the one with breathing problems," he whispers flirtatiously into my ear, his freckled cheek brushing mine.

I gulp, forcing myself to keep my eyes trained on the window. I can basically feel Finn smirk as he cautiously lifts me from my bed to the wheelchair. He pants slightly from the movement and pauses to catch his breath, leaving me to catch mine. Does he know I like him? Am I that obvious?

"Here, can you hold this?" He asks shakily as he hefts his air-tank towards me. "S..sure," I stammer, careful not to get his tube stuck on my armrest.

Nodding, he steels himself and begins pushing the wheelchair towards the door, then out the room. Considering this is only the second time I've left my abode, I can't help but notice there's not guards.

"How exactly did you pull this off Finn?" I tilt my head back until I meet his twinkling iris'.

"Asked for a favor from a certain someone, no biggie."

Mumbling an agreement of sorts, I shift around in my seat while struggling to maintain my hold on the air-tank. For being full of air, it's surprisingly heavy. Finn's footfalls and the light screeching of the wheels are the only sounds heard throughout the silent hospital hallway. Upon reaching a giant glass door, Finn punches a series of numbers into a keypad to our right and grins, saying something to himself under his breath. The door makes a suctioning sound as it meticulously trudges open at a snail-like speed. I breathe in deeply, taking in the refreshing smell of pine-trees and nature. A small shiver electrifies my body. It's been two weeks since I've been outside. Two weeks since I arrived here...Wow...and on that note, I realize I never really saw Harbour's Hospital For The Ill's surroundings. I wretch my head from side to side, trying to make out anything from the stark bleakness of night. The only thing that's obvious is the white building behind us.

"So, where exactly are we going?" I ask, allowing my voice a little more volume now that we're outside.

"Not at all far from here, due to my lung capacity."

I bob my head and glance up at the sky. The same stars I see from the window every night are still here, yet they seem more magnified and magnificent. Maybe it's the air...or maybe it's the nearness of him. Maybe he makes my senses hyperaware in a way scientists could never understand.

"Juuuust a little farther," he remarks, hints of excitement intertwine in his voice. Since we're on the topic of his voice, he would've made an amazing singer, the tone of it is incredibly warm and raspy. I could listen to him sing (or talk, for that matter) forever. Hearing a quick movement behind me, I peer over my shoulder to catch Finn's eyes grow wide at the sight of his watch.

"We have to hurry!"

He picks up his pace for a few yards, then stops abruptly, leaving me to brace myself in my seat.

"H..here," he wheezes.

"We're here.."

I can't really see much, but from what I can tell we've ended up in a field. Plucking the air-tank from my lap, Finn sits down beside me timidly and gazes up at me like a child on Christmas morning.

"Two minutes, I promise it'll be worth waking up this early."

Honestly, anything with him would be worth waking up this early, even cloud watching would make my while. Finn begins to jiggle his leg impatiently while fidgeting with his hands, appearing restless. Even though he didn't specifically tell me, I have a pretty good idea of what's about to happen. And then it does. It starts slowly, but surely. Whispy strands of orange, yellow, pink and violet soar the sky in an ombré fashion. The field we sit in gets painted golden, and the rising sun sets Finn's eyes aflame; dancing and glowing with joy.

"Woah," I breathe, my breath visible in the chill.

"Woah is right," Finn agrees in awe.

He turns to me abruptly, causing his black curls to jumble around his pale face.

"You know, this is the loveliest I've ever seen you Millie Brown."

"And this is the happiest I've ever seen you Finn Wolfhard."

He reaches out his hand tenderly, fingertips brushing mine in a way that raises goosebumps. He proceeds that action by taking another one; interlocking his fingers with mine.

"Okay?"

"Okay." 
Releasing a deep sigh of relief, Finn receeds his fingers from mine, leaving them tingling with his absence. He then crosses his legs and sets his elbows on his knees, placing his chin in his hands.
By now the sun is high in the sky, the field coming to life with waking creatures.

Finn begins to talk softly, and I have to strain to catch what he says.

"For someone who's dying, I've never felt more alive." 

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Things are about to get....interesting :) ~K