You Took My Breath Away

Chapter Ten

I've been staring at the plain white ceiling for over an hour now, just thinking. Thoughts race through my mind like wildfire. Photography, Isaac and his dreamy, dreamy eyes, Jason, Kathryn, my mother, work, money. But the one thought that is bigger than the rest is, the one that makes me break down every time. Is death. I've never said what I said to Jason out loud before. The thought of dying, and of cancer for that matter. I shake my head, trying to toss the thoughts out of my head. I realise, for the first time in my life, I'm afraid to die. Just as I think this, Isaac comes in. And I break down in tears. He hurries over to my bed and wipes my tears. I tell him everything. I tell him about Veronica, and how she, disappeared. I tell him about 'the look'. I tell him about the nights I would lie outside, looking at the stars. I talk about Jason and I, and how we met. I explain the argument. But the one thing I don't talk about, is my fear to die. For the next forty minutes, we talk, laugh, cry, and smile. "Let's check your vitals." He says, holding himself back from kissing me. He grabs the clipboard and starts to write down numbers. I reach out and grab his arm. "Thank you." I say quietly, a little louder than a whisper. He lights up like a lightbulb, smiles, and says, "I have an idea, i'll be back in five minutes." He giggles, and hurries off out the door. A long few minutes go by, and Isaac comes back in a wheelchair. Um? I think to myself. He wheels himself to the side of my bed, stands up and welcomes me to the wheelchair. "Your Highness." He says, holding his arm out for me, taking a bow. I laugh, and grab his hand. He wriggles his way to the very edge of my bed and helps me out of my bed. With his arm around my waist, my arm around his, I shakily stand up, and Isaac steadily places me into the wheelchair. He drags my monitors over to my side so I can hold them. He grabs the handles of the chair and wheels me out of my room for the first time.