It was Dad's turn to stay at the hospital. Everyday he's with me he reads me a scripture and teaches me. He always makes me laugh and have a good time. But when the nurse comes in, he stops. And he doesn't go on.
It had been 5 days since I'd been home. I miss my friends my family and my neighborhood friends. No one is aloud to visit because I'm to sick, and if they bring more germs, I could catch it and the germs could make me even more sick. My mom and dad have to wear masks, and gloves. Bless there hearts, it's all my fault. I'm sick so they have to quit there jobs and watch me. Then they don't make any money. I sat there and cried and cried, because I was the reason they weren't making any money! I miss home. I WANT TO GO HOME! By now I was bawling. I couldn't stop my tears from rolling down my cheeks and dripping off my chin onto my gown. By now, dad was hugging me. Telling me I'd be alright. "I...I want to be normal." I told dad. "You are normal Chlo." Dad responded. "NO IM NOT! YOU JUST SAY THAT TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. I WANT TO GO HOME! THIS HOSPITAL IS STUPID ANYWAYS." I yelled. "Chloe! Settle down! The hospital has helped you through it all and made you stronger. You're fighting like a women.Becoming a women!" Dad said trying to calm me down. I finally took a breath and realized he was right! I was lucky! That was my 5th day.
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The Heartbeat
Non-Fiction12 year old Chloe Loveless is fighting a severe case of Leukemia. One day, she looses courage and stops fighting. See how Chloe gets her courage back.
