I woke up to the sound of a continuous beeping in the white-walled room. I slowly sit up in my bed feeling the needle poke into my vein, located in my right arm. I look around, the smell of the hospital becoming far too familiar to me, once again.
I look around the single bedded room, as two chairs sat on opposite sides of my bed, and a 24" tv hung on the wall in front of me. As my eyes scanned the room, my vision was averted to a group of teens huddled up in the corner, knocked out. I assume the exhaustion had finally caught up with their bodies, just as the cancer had caught up with mine.
I chuckle to myself as I see Montgomery aggressively lay his arm on Sheri's head in restless sleep. I decide to find something to watch until someone decides a chair is a better spot to lay or a doctor comes in to check up on me. Or a nurse, since that's who usually checks on me.
Approximately, forty minutes had passed until Sheri decided getting slapped in the face was enough. She woke and stood in her prior sleeping spot on the floor. She looked directly at me before moving. After observing her facial expression for half a second, I quickly throw a finger over my lip, begging her not to wake our friends. I assume by her actions she understood me.
The next person to awaken was Montgomery, he repeated the same actions as Sheri but, instead of choosing the chair he chose to lay with me. Just like old times, except now I have more friends here with me. And I have to explain to one person I love the most that my life isn't what he may think it is.
