Rocket

7

I was at the hospital.

Last night I had gone into a coughing fit and started to choke on my blood.

I hadn't been taking my medicine.

The neighbor heard and called an ambulance.

I was laying in bed.

Bored.

I didn't have a phone. I was too poor, so I couldn't call anyone.

Suddenly the door opened.

You.

You walked in.

I was happy, yet disappointed.

I hoped slightly it would be Josh, but at the same time I'm glad it wasn't.

It was silent. It was awkward.

Me and you have never been alone together in so long.

"Hey," was all you had to say to make me start crying.

You rushed to me and cradled my head.

I cried even harder.

You, you felt foreign.

"I missed you so much. It hurts. I-I love you. And I know I'm six years too late, but please. Give me a chance-"

"No."

I didn't notice that I stopped crying.

You pulled away and looked at me in shock.

"Why?"

I sighed.

"Let's pretend to not know each other, Hansol. I've been tortured for six years, now it's your turn."

You looked at me shocked. But you slowly walked out of the room.

Before you got out all the way, you turned and looked at me.

"I hope you can fight this disease better than your mom did. You deserve to live." And then he left.