Make a Wish

Chapter 17

~Zoey's POV~
Only three more hours until my hospital arrest is over. How will I spend my last few hours in this white walled room? Probably watching TV...
"Hi honey. I brought your whole suitcase for you because I knew you wouldn't like the outfit I picked out for you or the makeup so..." Mom says as she walks into the hospital room.
"A good morning would've been okay too." I smile at her. She rolls her eyes and wheels the suitcase into the corner.
"Whoa. You stink! When was the last time you showered?"
"Very funny mom. Stop lying."
"Why would I ever lie to you?" My eyes go wide, I shove the sheets aside and jump off the bed, hurrying into the bathroom.

I climb out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around my body. I take one more towel for my hair, wrapping it in a turban around my head. Opening the door and walking over to my suitcase I look for my outfit of the day. I pick out a tie-dyed shirt, a pair of black cut off shorts, and blue vans. I get dressed and head back into the bathroom to finish my de-funkifing.

"So, Harry said he had a fun day planned for you two." Mom says walking into the bathroom as I finish brushing my ridiculous hair into submission.
"Harry? He wouldn't do that." I set down my brush.
"Well he just called and said he had the whole day planned out, but it's a surprise."
"Okay... That's a little weird but whatever."
"That's why you look so cute!"
"I always look like this." I say making an un-attractive face.
"Nothing." She smiles and walks away from the bathroom doorway. I let my hands fall to my sides and walk out of the bathroom frustrated. I trudge over to my suitcase and shove the wandering contents back into the bag. I quickly zip my suitcase and sit on the bed.
"How are you doing, hon?" Mom asks, looking at me with soft eyes.
"I'm fine. Until I start losing my hair." I take a handful of my hair and look at it. God, cancer sucks... But at least I'm still alive.

(Two hours later)
"Harry's waiting for you downstairs. Are you ready?" Mom asks from the doorway.
"Ya, I've been ready for two hours." I smile as I climb off the bed and turn off the tv. I grab my suitcase and attempt to set it down on the ground, but my muscles give away and I drop it to the ground with a clatter.
"Here, let me help you." Mom rushes over and picks up my suitcase.
"I don't need help." I say through gritted teeth as I take the suitcase from her. I walk as fast as I can out the door and towards the elevator. I press the button and wait for the doors to open. Just as the doors open mom comes up next to me and steps into the elevator. I press the button and the elevator jolts downwards.
"I'm just trying to help Zoe..." Mom says, breaking the silence.
"I don't need help."
"Yes you do your sick!"
"I'm perfectly fine. And maybe if you stopped babying me I wouldn't be like this!" The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I speed out the doors and towards the front desk.

Harry pulls up to the front of the hospital in a classic mid-1990's Porsche 911, yes, I know a thing or two about cars.
"This is a sweet car!" I exclaim as Harry pops out of the car.
"Do you even know what kind of a car it is?" He says cockily as he crosses his arms and puts them on the hood.
"I'm not stupid. Yes I know what kind of a car it is."
"Really? What kind?"
"It's a classic mid-1900's Porsche 911, you dork." I glare at him as his face is taken over by shock.
"That's impressive."
"I try." I open the car door and slide into the passenger seat. Harry starts up the car and pulls away from the curb.
"So where are we going?" I ask curiously.
"It's a surprise."