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Main characters Milo and Thalia have been friends since Middle school. What will happen when feelings turn into more than just friendship? All of their friends are now on the path to trying to get the two of them togeth...
I sprint through the hallways and finally see a person in a room with a mask over his face, giving him oxygen and wide eyes scanning the room.
"Milo!" I gasp and run up to him and hug him, making sure to be as careful I can with him just incase. His body relaxes a little in my grasp and I hear him let out a breath.
"T-they just left me in a room by myself." He sounds scared and I know how much he hates every second being here.
"Yeah Miles. It's better for you to make sure that you're okay." I run a hand through his hair and he nods his head. "Just keep the mask on your face and I'm sure you'll me fine."
We're silent for a little while as I keep running my hand through his hair and he continues to scan the room. "You really scared me back there. I almost went to jail for almost assaulting a nurse." His eyes widen as I see a faint smile on his face.
"I would have assaulted her if I didn't remind myself that I couldn't leave you here alone."
I hold his hand as he keeps the air running through his lungs and I notice that I'm gripping it hard, in fear that if I let go he'll leave me. The doctor walks in and the two of us sit up from our positions a little more.
"Hello Mr. Atlas." he says, checking his charts, but his face doesn't look alright. He looks at me and gives me a sad smile. "would you mind letting the two of us have a moment?" he asks and I hesistate but get up. But, Milo's hand doesn't let go of mine as he pulls me so that now I'm sitting on the bed next to him.
"It's okay, I'd like her with me if you don't mind." I sit closer and lace our hands together, keeping them on my lap.
"As long as you're okay with it." The doctor says looking through his clipboard and takes a deep breath."The scans show that there is a mass on one of your lungs. Now, we need to get a closer look, which means going into surgery to make sure that it is something pertaining to a collapsed lung or..."
"Or what?" I'm growing impatient and Milo grabs my hand comforting me. Even though it should be the other way around. "Or it could be a tumor..." I gasp loudly and I look down to see Milo scrunching his eyes closed.
"Damn it" he whispers thinking I can't hear him.
"With your father's history with lung cancer it could be a possibility that it could be that far but we won't know until we go in. There are very small percentages of people who get cancer hereditarily. We have to prepare you for the worst in order to be relieved with the best." we both nod "Now I'll see you in a bit while we prep for surgery" the doctor says and pats Milo in the shoulder softly before leaving the room.
"What if they find something?" he asks and I can't help but feel my eyes well up because I can't promise him that they won't. I can't promise him that the scans were right or wrong. I can't promise him anything and that kills every piece of me. So I stand up and sit in the edge of the bed and put my hands on either side of his face, wiping the tears that are spilling from his eyes.
"Then we're going to deal with it together. You and me."
"I can't leave them" he whispers. And I know he's talking about his sisters. "They can't go through this again." He keeps shaking his head, as though he's disappointed in himself.
"They won't. You don't even know anything for sure. You need to just go into that surgery with a positive mindset." I offer him a smile, although I know how sad it probably comes across as.
"Are you ready Mr. Atlas?" A nurse asks, walking into the room and Milo simply nods. I wipe the rest of the tears and he looks at me "please don't tell the girls anything until I'm out" he says and gives me a sad smile. "I love you Milo."
"I love you Thalia" and I watch as a few nurses move him onto another bed and roll him out the room. And I watch as his figure retreats while I feel warmth spilling over my cheeks. When did I start crying? But that's the least of my worries.
"Oh please be ok Milo" I whisper to myself in an empty room.
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I'm pretty sure this chapter is shorter than most of my other ones, but I needed it to stop here to make sure that the next one makes sense. Soooooooo......
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