How To Save A Life

Chapter Two: Disney Movies

I woke up the next morning to the sound of thunder shaking the hospital. I picked up my phone and turned it on. I thought that I had been woken up really early, but it was 9:30.

My breakfast was sitting on my bedside table, and I practically inhaled the omelet, orange juice, and toast.

I took a quick shower before picking out my outfit for the day. I went with beige shorts and a navy fitted shirt. I put my long hair into a messy bun that rested on the top of my head. I then brushed my teeth, and BAM, I was ready to take on the day that started like any other.

I tidied up my room and made my bed, then noticed on note on my bedside table. It read, "We came back from the ice cream shop and you were sleeping. We will have to get you some another night! Love you lots & see you later. -Mom and Dad." I wasn't even slightly annoyed with my parents for not being around more often. They were trying to finish up their cases so that they could be there with me 24/7 when my surgery came. The only trouble with them being gone so often is that I had nothing to do throughout the day.

So much like the day before, I decided that the playroom was my best bet. There was nothing special about it like I mentioned, but it sure beat my room.

I slid into a pair of white flip-flops and was at the playroom half a minute later.

It was completely empty when I arrived, and I walked over to the large shelf of board games. I tried to think of a way to play checkers by myself, but decided that it was impossible. My last option was to watch a movie, so I settled myself in front of a huge stack of Disney movies.

Another thing you should know about me is that I am a proud Disney fanatic.

After about five minutes of scavenging through piles of movies, I decided on watching The Little Mermaid. Thirty minutes into it, the door opened. A bald girl with a bandage on her head walked in. She was probably around the age of four and from the floor below mine. A woman followed her, and the two made their way to the back of the room.

I focused on my movie once again, and since no one else was watching the movie with me, I layed down on a large, but torn, leather couch and continued watching.

Soon after, the door opened once again, but I didn't dare take my eyes away from the screen during a musical number.

All of the sudden, a set of hands wrapped around my ankles and shoved my legs off on the couch. I sat up and looked over at the same brunette that I had seen here yesterday.

"Sorry. I wanted to sit." He stated without looking over at me once.

"Umm that's okay?" I said, although it sounded more like a question.

He half smiled and continued to stare at the TV. I looked over at him, yet he made no sudden movements.

Ten minutes later, he turned to face me and then looked back at the TV. I shifted, and I think he could tell how uncomfortable I was.

"What's your name?" I surprised even myself by speaking up. I was normally a pretty socially awkward person, and I definitely did not talk to any strangers. But the night before I had come to the realization that although I didn't want to be friends with sick kids, I couldn't maintain really good friendships with my healthy friends. Besides, they were normal like me.

"Owen." He replied casually, while still avoiding any eye contact.

"Okay. I'm-"

"Kaylen. Lung tumor. Fourteen years old." He cut me off. I felt my jaw drop as he finally looked at me. I was terrified of the alleged stalker, but he smiled, and I'm a huge sucker for dimples. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I pick things up easy. People talk. I also have a photographic memory." He shrugged, and I struggled to find words.