Never Again

Hospital Bed

I woke up in the hospital bed. The lady that had helped us was sitting next to my bed.

Why would she stay with me?

"M-ma'am, you don't have to stay here with us."
She gave me a smile, "honey, I don't see any family here. Someone needs to be here."
"H-How do you know my name?"
"What?"
"Honey, that's my name. How do you know it?"
"Oh that's what i used to call my daughter."
I smiled then closed my eyes again. 2 minutes later i reopened my eyes.

"Do you know how Jake is doing? He's the boy."
"Oh, he will definitely have a scar across his eye and chest. Nothing other than that really."
I shook my head. Thank god. I may not tell Jake everyday but, he means everything to me. He's my only friend. The only one who cares. I was always a mess but he would be the one to pick me up. He had his own battles but he always made sure I was okay. I thought about it for a second,

I really do have feelings for him.

But that was definitely not the time to tell him. I sat in the hospital bed. I didn't care about how I was going to end up, I just needed to know that he'd be ok. And lucky for me, he would be.

The doctor came in my room awhile later.
"Hello, I know that you passed out when you got here but I will need you to fill out these sheets while I explain what is wrong."
The polite doctor handed me the sheets.
"So we realized that you did not take that hard of a hit but, you bruised almost everywhere. Then we took your temperature and it was high. We decided to take a blood test to see if there was any chance of something wrong with your blood. Unfortunately, we discovered that you have Acute myeloid leukemia."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Does Jake know?"
"Yes. He is not doing very well."
I was supposed to be getting away, not being diagnosed with cancer.
I cried and the doctor brought in Jake. He looked like he had shed a few tears.
I sat up in my bed and Jake got out of the wheelchair. I hugged him tightly.
"Honey, I'm so sorry."
I just sat there with my arms around him.

"Everything's going to be okay. I can get a job to pay for chemotherapy and you'll get better."
"Jake..."
He stayed with me awhile after that. We sat in a comfortable silence.

The doctors came rushing into the doors. The head doctor that had diagnosed me had a gross look on her face and was in the front.

"I have made a mistake."