Sqaisheys POV
The day at the beach was the best day that I had ever had in a long long time. Yet after I went back to the apartment to get changed I had to make the dreaded trip to go to the hospital. For the whole of the car journey there nor me, Squid or Stampy said a single word. There was nothing we could say. For all we know this could've been the last time that we will ever have a trip out like that again. Maybe when I got my daily checkup the doctors would realise that me going to the beach was a big mistake ant they would never let me out on one of those 'socialising trips' ever again. Tears pricked up in my eyes as the car pulled up outside of the entrance of the hospital. I didn't want to go back in there. I really wished that I was five or six again so I would be allowed to have a massive screaming fit over it. But I wasn't. I was almost eighteen now. And I had to be mature about this whole thing. I couldn't sit around whining. It wouldn't get me anywhere. I undid my seatbelt and opened up the car door. Since we left the beach the weather had declined dramatically. The skies were grey, small drops of rain fell from them, the wind was so cold it felt like razor blades were dragging themselves over your bare skin and the small amount of sunlight that shone through the clouds gave off the effect that it was warm. When it really wasn't.
I sat down on my wheelchair and stared down at my lap as Stampy wheeled me through the entrance, spoke to the lady behind the reception desk, and started to wheel me towards what I guessed was going to be my room. As he did so not a word was muttered. I slunk down as far as I could in my wheelchair and squeezed my eyes tight. Maybe, just maybe, if I wished hard enough and thought for long enough then when I opened my eyes I would be back in the apartment. I would still have all of my hair. I wouldn't be worried about anything. I would look after Kendal...Kendal...I would hold him close to my chest...I would watch the first time that he walked, I would watch him as he went into school for the first time, I would watch him grow up into a responsible young adult. I would protect him until the day I died. I clenched my fists and tried to think of all these things. I started to try and think of the smell of Stampys and Squids apartment. I could feel my warm hair touching my shoulders. I could sense that Kendal was crawling by my feet.
A small shake on my shoulder caused me to open my eyes. All of these images crumbled into nothingness. I was in my hospital room. Kendal was nowhere to be seen. My hair still stuck to my scalp like an itchy wig. The strong smell of disinfect shot up my nose and made me gag slightly. It wasn't true...of course it wasn't true. I was a Cancer patient in a hospital, probably never coming out of it. It was stupid to think that all of this pain was just a dream. The pain was too real to be a dream. It was so bad that I was starting to think that it was a different kind of reality as well. The kind that I didn't want to live in. I straightened out my back and looked. Stampy was leaning over the top of my wheelchair, forcing out a smile. His eyes had a thin layer of water over them. He was going to cry...The tears that were stinging my eyes spilled out and rolled down my cheeks. He pulled me out of my wheelchair and wrapped his shaking arms around my hips. Quiet gulping sounds escaped from his mouth, suggesting that he was trying to bite back tears.
I pushed myself away from him and stared into his eyes. I could see the tears that were building up inside of his eyelids yet nothing was spilling out. It was a little bit scary, seeing him trying to fight back the tears. He placed a small kiss on my cheek. His lips, unlike earlier today, were cold and shaky. More tears spilled down my cheeks. He wiped then away with the end of his thumb, still fake smiling. Seeing him hold back his emotions like that made me cry even harder. I had to physcially turn away from him and stare at the ground to stop myself from screaming down to the amount of pain that I felt. Stampy placed his hand on my shoulder and tried to make turn to face him. I did so, only for one single second, and I turned back round again. He was trying so hard not to cry that the whole of his body was shaking and his eyes were bloodshot.
