The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story

chapter 36

isabelle.

i'm not like other people, i don't do out for a drive and have a destination. i let the car take me where ever. last time it was the hollywood sign, and the time before that it was the small coffee shop on main street.

i didn't bother speaking to corbyn this morning. this is because for the first time in what felt like years, my drive finally had a set destination.

one that i would never in my life want to bear the thought of again. one that brought more pain than joy. more joy than concern.

i was headed to the hospital.

as i pulled up i front of the solid white building. i was met with the same sign, too familiar.
'St. David's Cancer Treatment Wing'

i slowly walked in, hoping to not face the unwelcoming aroma of hand sanitizer and latex gloves. noises of screams heard from the children, the tired looks of chemo patients.

this is what everyone doesn't see, the inside of the hospital, the reality. crying children, sick adults, holding on to the last bit of life they have left.

i've seen it before, i can remember as it was yesterday.

waking up in the same bed everyday. Hooked up to alarms, beeping every 2.36 seconds. I did the math. Trapped in a room with four beige walls and two windows on the southeast corner.

i never wanted to return, i never thought i would have to return. but she's family, i have to be here for her. i have to be a good sister.

we haven't seen or heard from each other in seven years, seven. she may not even know i'm coming.

should i leave ? yeah, i should leave.

just as i turn to leave i hear it, her voice.

"isabelle, i-is that you?"

"emity, hey."

"oh my god" her eyes widened.

"what's wrong"

"a-are you p-pregnant?"

i look down at my stomach, i didn't even know i was showing yet.

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surprise motherfuckers

whoops.

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