Pretty Woman ➡️ Harry Styles (ON HOLD)

1. Love

Jordan's POV

Lung cancer (also known as carcinoma of the lung) is a malignant lung tumor characterized by uncontrolled cell growth in tissues of the lung.

While other people my age memorized song lyrics, their friends names on Facebook and their favourite subway orders, I memorized room numbers, the terrible hospital cafeteria menu, and what medication to give and when.

Ever since Miles, my eight year old brother was born, I knew he was destined for great things. He liked space, and wanted to be an astronaut once he was done with school. Even now, not having been able to see outside of this stupid hospital in months, he still believes that he'll touch the moon one day.

A little before Miles turned eight, things started to change. He began coughing one day and he never seemed to stop. Alongside the coughs were chest pains and he always seemed to be short of breath. Later, the coughing got worse and soon enough he was also coughing up blood. That's when it all *clicked.*

Something was terribly wrong. Was it my fault? Did I fail to take proper care of him?

I remember the first time we came to the hospital, we even still have the same doctor. Doctor Payne who specialises in cancer patients at our hospital. He immediately knew that something was wrong, and Miles has been here ever since.

He was later diagnosed with carcinoma of the lungs, cancer stage 1. He had tiny tumors growing on his lungs and he underwent a ton of surgeries to get them all out, but somehow they never managed to completely go away.

I was currently out the front of the hospital, admiring it's huge sturdy structure, much like I did every time I entered the hospital not in a hurry. I made my way towards the big glass doors and entered as they automatically slid open at my presence.

I quickly walked past the reception area, not wanting to start a never-ending conversation with the lady who worked down here.

I raced into an open elevator and pressed down on number 7. Once the elevator had stopped at the seventh floor, I made my way to the left wing, where most of the children stayed.

I quietly made my way into the wing and took a right until I reached the right hallway. I silently walked down the hallway, passing different doors until I got to room 203.

I slowly turned the door knob, quietly entering the familiar room. I don't even pick up on that 'ew clean hospital smell' anymore. I tried to pull my worn out chair up near the bed where my brother laid, fast asleep not making any noise.

I glanced around the room, trying to see if there was any dramatic change, and apart from the un-touched breakfast that was on the table next to me, nothing was out of the ordinary. The room was filled with drawings of spaceships, stars and planets that were all drawn by Miles and some of the kids that stayed in the same wing as him.

My various types of magazines and books laid sprawled across the shelf across the room next to a family picture of me and Miles a couple years back. I slumped back in my chair, trying to get comfortable for today. Miles made small movements, showing that he was waking up soon.

"How you doing today buddy?" I whispered to him and stroked his tiny blonde head of hair that was slowly falling out in random spots. Fortunately, Miles was going strong. Unfortunately, I barely had enough money for the tube fair here, let alone a second cycle of chemotherapy.

He had his first cycle a couple days ago in hopes of shrinking the tumors. When our parents passed, they left money, just not enough. It was too late to get insurance and way too difficult. They left behind around $35,000, and chemo is $25,000 a cycle.