Time

Chapter 1

I walked down the hall with a nurse by my side, watching my every move.

"You look much better, I think the treatments are working." She said.

"Thanks." I said, but I was really thinking no, you're bullshitting me. If they were working so well, I'd be out of here and I wouldn't need a nurse escorting me to the 'fun room'

The fun room was a place that all patients that could make it there without passing out or whatever could go. They think it would make us feel better about ourselves. There was a room for kids, with a bunch of toys that had been donated and a big tv, playing cartoons. Then there was a room for the teens, with a bunch of lap tops and couches so you could just sit and talk. They also made it so we (the teens) could sit there and watch the kids. They thought it made us feel better, when it was actually the opposite. It was quite depressing to see the kids, they didn't run around and laugh like other kids. I mean, some of them did, but most of them just watched tv like robots. The old people would probably think it was because technology is turning us all into zombies but it was actually because the felt like complete and utter shit.

"Here we are." the nurse told me, while opening up the door.

I found a couch where nobody was sitting and plopped down.

A couple minutes later, a boy sat down by me. Normally I'd think something like 'can't he see I'm trying to avoid socializing at all costs?' but this boy was beautiful. He looked half dead, but in a hot way. It took him quite a while to catch his breath, which let me know that he wasn't doing well. I was doing pretty rough, but I caught my breath far easier. So I told myself I couldn't invest emotionally into this boy, but I could still enjoy just how attractive he was.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

"I'm Teagan, most people call me Tea for short. What's yours?" I said, almost forgetting to ask him.

"It doesn't matter." he told me, "just call me Lost Cause."

"That seems a but harsh. I don't want to call you that." Even though I knew it might be true, you can tell he is not in good shape, he hardly made it to the 'fun room', I do not want to call him that, I hope he isn't a lost cause I want him to somehow be cured. Oh, shit, I'm already investing emotionally, or am I just a caring person?

"Then what do you want to call me?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I'll think of something, by the way, I like your eyes." They were green, they were a bit faded, but you could tell when he was healthy, they were gorgeous.

"Thank you. I like your eyes, Tea. So, what are you in for?" He asked, as if this were a prison. Well, it kind of was we couldn't go anywhere without a nurse, they served us crappy food and almost no one is happy.

"Breast cancer." I said, he nodded, he was one of the first people not to look down to see my flat chest since I've been diagnosed. "What got you in here?"

"Well if you hadn't guessed, I've got lung cancer. Specifically, NSCLC, stage two." He explained that stage two meant that the cancer is in his lungs, near his lymph nodes, but not inside of them. I didn't know where to go from there, I mean it was pretty depressing the two of us just sitting there being cancer kids.

"So where'd you go? For your wish, I mean?" He asked. "I know that's kind of an upfront question, but it's not like we've done anything else interesting in this shape."

"Yeah, umm, I haven't gone anywhere."

"You haven't? You should take advantage of it, I mean even though you don't look like you're gonna kick the bucket tomorrow or anything, but you still deserve at least a couple days away from this depressing place."

"I actually was gonna go out to California. They were gonna get me meet and greet, sound check and front row seats to go see One Direction, but then they split up and my nurse tried to get me to go, she said there was still a lot to do in California, but I was too busy crying to be reasonable."

"What a bunch of assholes they couldn't stick around long enough to make a sick girl happy?!" He said, he sounded enraged, but also kind of sad, for some reason.

"I know they fucking suck, I can't believe those assholes." I said, kiddingly, but apparently just loud enough for all the kids to hear. A 'supervising nurse of the fun room' came over to escort me out and tell me that I was suspended (from the fun room) for a week.

Later my regular nurse came to my room and told me she was sorry, but I have to learn to watch my mouth.

I told her it was ok and it wouldn't have been much of a let down since I hated that place, but I wanted to get a chance to see that no named dumbass again before I got a chance to kick the bucket.

She told me I wasn't going to kick the bucket and I considered telling her that cancer can be very unpredictable and I could die at any moment, but then she'd probably feel like a bad nurse, so I kept my mouth shut.