Half way there

Chapter 3

Martin Taylor:

The next morning I was awoken by my alarm at 6 am. I groaned loudly knowing the house was empty. It was just me in there, John was with Leila who knows where since Zoella was staying at Leila's house.

I had to be at the children's hospital in 2 hours to hang out with the kids, it was something I tried to do at least once a week, or once every two weeks, and over the months I grew a bond with these kids and I have always looked forward to this but today I was drained, it was as if I hadn't slept at all. My head was pounding, and not an ounce of alcohol had entered my system.

I took a short shower and went to the kitchen and what a mess it was, dirty plates piled in the sink and leftover pizza boxes on the floor. I had no idea how old this even was, but it was disgusting. 

I made a promise to myself to clean this up when I got back, I grabbed the bag I had set up a couple days ago with some presents for the kids, and put on my sunglasses and leather jacket and made my way out of the small apartment. 

I was about to get on my motorcycle when I remembered that it was low on gas and I was in no mood to stop by a station and just hopped on my black Audi.

I had bought my Ducati motorcycle when I got my first paycheck playing for Miami, and it has stayed with me ever since, but sometimes repairing and maintaining it was just a headache.

I then headed to the hospital which was  more or less a half hour away. I parked my car in my usual spot and made my way inside, taking off my sunglasses I signed the visitor's paper and made my way to the playroom. It was 8 am and most of the kids were sleeping. There were about 10 kids in the rehabilitation program at the hospital and 5 of those were eating breakfast, and another 2 were sitting down. One girl, whose name was Lucy was reading, and Christopher was watching TV.

"Hey Chris! I got the jersey you asked for!" I told the blonde boy with the tubes up his nose.

I took out the blue jersey and gave it to him and the boy's face lit up.

"Is it really signed?" He asked with astonishment on his face.

"Just like I promised, from every player!" 

"Thank you so much!" Chris shouted and threw his arms around me. 

"no problem, little man" I smiled.

I loved making these kids happy, they reminded me of the little brother I once had, but grew apart from a long time ago.

"Hey Martin!" Natasha one of the regular workers at the hospital said,

"Hey Nash!" I said getting up and giving her the normal hug.

"We have a new volunteer coming in today,she's going to hang out with the girls, paint their nails and all that girly stuff. You don't mind showing her around, right?" She asked and of course there was no way I could actually say no to her and I didn't mind either.

"Sure, no problem" I replied and Natasha smiled "Great, she's arriving in half an hour" she then turned and left.

"Come on Chris, let's play some wii sports before I have to go" I told him and Chris got up and immediately ran towards to console. 

 Christian suffered from lung cancer and he had some good days and bad days, it was unlikely he reached 10 even though he deserved it very much. Luckily today was one of his good days. 

"Martin?" I heard a little voice and felt a tug on my pants.

"Hey Lucy!" I said and picked her right up.