cigarette daydreams || h.s.

prologue: arriving

A man in a white coat runs through the white corridors of the white hospital. He is surrounded by the same people in white coats, sitting on white chairs. A lot of people in white clothes hug their hopelessly ill relatives. Tears flow from the snow-white skin. My perfectly tucked white bed meets me again. Nearby is a perfectly white dropper with a catheter, which is about to pierce my blue veins.

A man in a white coat, who was running through the white corridors of the white hospital, went into my ideal white room.

He threw a gentle glance at me, like saying: "This girl does not last long." I understood this perfectly. At the moment, there were no complications, but all this is only a matter of time. It was a race with obstacles: somewhere there are more, and somewhere less. Now I was running along the flat road.

''Theresa Anna Lang?'' he asked, lifting his glasses from the bridge of his nose to his forehead.

"Yes, sir," I smiled weakly, saluting him. "But you can just call me Tessa."

"Private Tessa, today is the day of the inspection, so I ask you to go to my office with your parents." after these words, he turned and left, marching, which made me smile.

I stayed in the center of the room. My bed was near the window, a view of the garden was opened, where visitors of this hospital were having walks, next to it was another bed, which was not as perfectly tucked as mine. Do I have a neighbor?

My mother brought me out of my thoughts and looked into the ward.

"Tessa, dear, why do not you go out?" We need to go to the doctor's Lancaster office.

"Come on, Mom," I pulled her hand and led her along the corridor.

I glanced over at everyone who was met on the way, but on one person I briefly detained my attention.

A young guy, maybe a little older than me, beat the machine with snacks with his fist and swore. Most of all, in this situation, I was indignant that no health officer came and took action.

Having reached the office, we knocked and began to wait for the answer, which was received almost immediately.

"So, Miss Lang," the doctor nodded to his mother, "Theresa." Now he nodded in my direction. "You know perfectly well about your illness, and that sometimes it can progress and sometimes regress."Now is not the best period for you, because the number of cancer cells began to rise,'' then he started talking about things that were familiar to me, but ended with a single phrase that surprised me a little. ''We are transferring you to the intensive chemotherapy course.''

I absolutely did not want this, knowing what the consequences will be, but, judging by everything, no one had the right to choose me.

''To be honest, I would not agree," Mom looked at me questioningly. «Mom, what? I can want something, but something not?''

"But, Teresa, think about how you can be cured and ... and be happy and healthy again."

Tears began to appear in her eyes. It was not my intention to upset mother, but apparently, it did not work out.

"Oh, and one more news, Tessa," Dr. Lancaster interrupted our drama. "You will now have a neighbor and, how to put it more correctly, he's very specific, '' he? But I thought that girls are put with girls, and boys with boys, apparently, this is not always the case. «I mean, there were no free chambers with increased comfort when this patient was brought to us, and we had to resort to this kind of action.''

''No, no, it's okay, you cannot justify yourself. People still pay a great amount of money to be in cozy wards. I hope that we will get along.'' I pulled a nice little smile to calm him down.

"Well," he got up from his chair and folded his hands in a lock. "Then, for today, that's all." After these words, I saluted him, aroused my mother's surprise, and left for the exit.

As soon as the door closed behind us, my mother began to fill me with questions about the comfort of living with a guy, not a girl, but I worked hard to calm her down, because, I must admit, I did not care.

Near the chamber, we began to say goodbye, but it dragged on. As usual. As soon as all these preludes ended, I quickly and easily kissed my mother on the cheek and quickly ran into the room, blocking the door from her possible entrance, which in fact did not follow.

I turned around and saw him. The same guy who was beating the machine with snacks twenty minutes ago, extorting from him something.

"Hi, I'm Harry."