Hello My Tomorrow

1

Oliver swung his legs back and forth, listening to the rhythmic music of his oxygen tank and the clicking and ticking of the clock. A chipped yellow wall in need of a fresh coat of paint stared into Oliver's hazel eyes. The wall was more cream-colored, but Oliver wasn't one to nitpick. His nanny, however...

"Sit up straight dear, slouching is bad for your back," Oliver sighed, before complying with Martha's wish. Martha had been with him ever since he could remember. His parents were always at meetings, on business trips, or doing some other kind of work. Martha was like his mother. He didn't even know his parents real names. Oliver was grateful that they payed for his pills, oxygen tank, checkups, and hospital bills; but he didn't like that he hadn't seen them in years.

Every time they would say they would come for Christmas, Thanksgiving, or his birthday, but at the last minute they had some kind of business trip or meeting. Oliver felt a ping in his pocket. He pulled out his phone. He had a hunch it was going to from Liz, his best friend, and he was correct.

Liz: 'How's the check up going? You got there at two right?'
Oliver: 'yeah.'
Liz: 'what's taking them so long? it's 3pm.'
Oliver: 'idk, maybe I have the flu or something'
Liz: 'let's hope not'

Oliver heard the door open. He put his phone back into his pocket.
"Mister Collins?" The doctor said.
"Yes?" Oliver asked.
"We have some...unfortunate news..." the doctor stated, before walking into the room, closing the door behind him.

"While we were looking at your blood sample, we found that a tumor has been growing in your liver for quite some time now...around since your last checkup. We estimated that you have around... a three months to live." Oliver's stomach dropped, his body went cold. His body felt as if it was a statue.
"What...?" He croaked, tears welling in his eyes, his mouth dry, his brain...numb. The doctor nodded.

"I'm afraid so... it is too late to start treatment, I'm afraid. We can just wait until the months are over and hope for the best..." the doctor said. Oliver's body started shaking.

"S-so what y-you're saying i-is that I can't get better because of t-treatment even if I w-wanted to? S-do I'm basically confirmed to d-die in three months?" The doctor shook his head.
"There is a possibility that you could survive longer than the three months, but it is not likely." Oliver started to sob, struggling to breathe even with the help of his oxygen tank.
"I'll give you guys some time," the doctor left.

"Oh honey...." Martha said, tears welling up in her pale blue ocean eyes. She wrapped her arms around Oliver's frail and fragile body. Oliver sobbed into Martha's cream colored wool sweater. This went on for several minutes, with each second Oliver's lungs burned with a fiery passion, as though they wanted him to suffocate. After he had stopped sobbing and was now just sniffling, it was still hard to breathe, but it was not unbearable anymore.

"I n-need to c-call L-Liz..." Oliver blubbered, pulling out his phone once more. He shakily dialed Liz's number. Tears streaming down his pale face, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Liz's voice rang out.
"H-h-hey Liz..." another sob pushed it's way out of Oliver's mouth. Then another, and another, and another, and one more. Once again, his lungs flared and smoked like a summer California wildfire.

"Woah calm down Ollie, what's wrong? Take deep breathes, you don't want to over exert your lungs." Liz said, her voice laced with ribbons of concern and worry. Ribbons laced and tightened around Oliver's lungs, but he took deep breaths.
"I-I have c-cancer..." Oliver said, tears still streaming down his face like cascading water falls. Silence. Then sobs. Liz was sobbing.

"Don't cry for m-me L-lizard, d-doc s-says I've g-got three m-months t-to live..." Oliver said, trying to stay positive, even though his little boat of happiness just hit an iceberg of depression and cancer. A scream and more sobbing followed.
"Three g-goddamn m-m-months?!?" Liz yelled, her heart breaking. Oliver didn't reply.
"W-why did t-this happen t-to y-you and n-not someone e-else?" Liz yelled. Oliver was still crying crystal clear tears.
"I'd rather h-have I-it happen to m-me than someone e-else..." Oliver stuttered, still sobbing.