"Dear? Josie please wake up it's time for your treatment." Yes my treatment. My treatment is a special kind of treatment that is not very common, it contains antibiotics and a Central Venous Catheter plus I have to have an oxygen tube in my nostrils to help me breath out of my lungs.
"Okay." I said sitting up, moaning and groaning of tiredness. I tilt my head to the right, she gets the needle ready and sticks it into the vain of my neck, and slowly squirts the antibiotics into the catheter. Once the medication is in she opens the little contractor and lets it go through my veins and all over my body into all of my organs. Once the medicine is down she shuts the contractor and slowly pulls the catheter out sliding some gauze on the wound and wrapping my neck with some medical tape. The reason she doesn't just put a band-aid on it is because of the sepsis I bleed out a lot more then I should, so we have to take extra precautions. Next the nurse brings me a nice hot breakfast of bacon and eggs. I scarf it down as quickly as possible.
"So Josie what do you want to do today?" I hear Marie ,my nurse, asks. I quickly finish getting dressed and head out of the bathroom. I was wearing a simple red sweater with a pair of pale blue skinny jeans and my favorite black sneakers.
"I don't really know, I guess I'll probably just stay in here and watch some TV." I say sitting back on the bed.
"But don't you want to get out and do something?" She says patting my shoulders. I look at her and smile. Marie had good intentions, but I just wasn't feeling it today. Today is the anniversary of when my parents abandoned me.
"My side is hurting today, so I would rather not." I hate lying to her.
"Well you have an ultrasound in an hour." She reminds me. They plan on checking to see how my organs are doing. There's no point though I know I'm going to die.
"Thanks for letting me know." I reply back. She leaves the room shutting the door behind her. I sit and think for the longest time. Then I here a small knock at the door.
"Come in." I say getting up off the bed. Dr. Rolano comes in.
"Are you ready for your ultrasound?" He says. I get up and walk over to him sitting down in the wheel chair he has waiting for me. He takes me to the small room and helps me onto the bed. He takes my oxygen tube out so the cord will be out of the way. After the ultrasound he takes me back to my room. He looks at me concerned.
"Miss Dodger it's not looking good, I wouldn't give to long before they fail." He says looking at me sympathetically. Did he think I actually believed him?
"You told me that exact thing when I was 9 years old. Why should I believe you now? I could live another 10 years." I say. He looks at me like I grew another head or something.
"Well you see-" I quickly cut him off,
"No I don't 'see' anything." Making air quotations around see.
"I've heard it all before! I don't wanna here it again! So please leave." He leaves, I feel bad for yelling though. He's not god. He doesn't know how long I had. I hear another knock at the door. I don't have any other appointment, do I? Oh I might want to answer,
"Come in." I practically shout. A boy steps in. He looks around the same age as me with dirty blonde curly hair and the most devine green eyes which are covered by a pair of glasses.
"Hi." He says,
"My name is Landry, Landry Reuben."
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Fight to Go On (her)
General FictionJosie was abandoned at the hospital by her parents at the age of four. She is slowly dying by sepsis. Never ever knowing what it feels like to have friends, she meets a boy who was stuck in the hospital just like her. Becoming friends has put a n...
