Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

“Do you notice anything different?” I sat up a little straighter, tilting my head just a little so that the braid would be more noticeable. Although I was reluctantly at first with my mom messing with my hair, I was quite satisfied with the results. For the first time in forever, I feel… Cute.

It’s a bit hard to find yourself attractive when you’re forced to lie in bed all day, wearing a pair of oversized hospital pajamas. But still, I found myself better looking than usual. And of course, I wanted Dr. Anderson to see it. There’s no one else I could show off my new appearance to anyway. I wonder how he’ll react… Would he compliment me? These thoughts filled my head at a blushed lightly, awaiting his reaction.

“Why, hello to you too kid.” Dr. Anderson seemed surprised as it’s usually him who greets me first and right as he opened the door nevertheless—I may or may not have been waiting for him—. I paid him no extra attention and asked my questions again,

“Do you notice anything different?” He looked me up and down, as if playing a game of ‘find the difference’. Maybe he’s afraid that I’ll be mad at him if he can’t find anything. I wondered if his fiancée is that kind of person, someone who would get angry if he didn’t noticed that she trimmed an inch off her hair.

“Ah… You’re wearing your hair clip again! And your hair…” He looked proud that he’s able to point it out and gave me a warm smile, a smile that made my cheeks turn pink. Even so, I tried my best to remain cool.

“Yeah… And what about my hair?”

“Well, they’re in a different style… And I think you look rather pretty today, kid.” The statement was ruined somewhat by his usage of ‘kid’ but I let it slide this time. I brought my blanket up and covered most my face with it, trying to hide my blush.

“T... Thank you…” I said quietly, so quiet I wasn’t even sure whether or not he heard me.

“Now let’s get the check-up out of the way as I have some good news and bad news.” While the check-up was undergoing, I had some time to think about what he had said, bad news? What could be worse than dying? Or maybe it’s just bad news if you compared it with the good news he had in mind.

“There, all finished.” Dr. Anderson said as he removed his stethoscope from his head and placed it in its original position.

“So what’s the news?” I asked impatiently.

“Well, do you know about the Make a Wish Foundation?” Dr. Anderson asked,

“Make a wish…? Yeah, why?”

“Although your situation is… Different, as your condition won’t be life threatening to other people… They are willing to offer you a wish.” I was excited, because this means that I’ll be able to leave the hospital and go to wherever I want to. But then I thought about my condition. Is it even possible? Someone will need to take care of me at all times and it just seems impossible.

“Don’t you think they’re a bit late?”

“Yeah but like I said, you’re a special case, they actually didn’t believe us when we brought it in, but after seeing the medical proof, you are now eligible for a wish.” Dr. Anderson let out an awkward chuckle, before returning to his point, “That leads to the ‘bad news’, I’m afraid you are in no condition to travel, it’s not impossible, I just think it would put too much pressure on your body. I just think its best that you opt for something closer and safer.” I slowly nodded,

“What day is it today?” Dr. Anderson looked a bit shocked at my question; he probably thinks I’m trying to change the subject.

“February 28th, why?”

“I might not be too late then… I think my wish would be to see the cherry blossoms one last time.”

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i planned out the ending of this book. i cried. im not ready for this. a little culture note. yes in japan, snow can last to until may in some places so like yeah. and cherry blossoms often bloom in around early/mid march. yeah. i have zero idea how the MAWF works so i searched up and used what i found so like idk :/

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