Evangelines Bucket List

Chapter 7: Quiet

The next day, I wasn't bothered whatsoever by Evangeline. It was almost like if she never existed. My alarm actually woke me up.

"Nine thirty?" I mumbled.

I wasn't woken up by a loud, intense knock. It was quiet. Too quiet. I brush my teeth and put on my white joggers with a plain red shirt. I slipped on my converse and tip toed out of my room. There were no nurses roaming around. Just the assistants working at the desk. I was still confused. Did I miss something? Was there something going on?

I walked slowly over to Evangeline's room. I noticed her door was open, but she wasn't in there. Now I was even more confused. I jogged to the front desk. The woman held up her index finger and mouthed, "one moment." I just nodded my head. I just wanted that phone call to finish but the longer I worried about time, the slower it went by. The moment I pulled out my phone, she hung up the phone.

"Yes? How can I help you, Beckett?" She said writing down an appointment on the yellow notepad.

"Do you know where Evangeline is?" I asked nervously.

"I cannot disclose information on another patient, but she's in an early meeting with Doctor Walsh." She smiled.

"But that's not disclosing inform-"

"Is that all?" She interrupted.

"Yes?"

"Okay! Have a good day!" She smiled.

I walked off confused. It seemed like that lady was just trying to get rid of me. I just woke up, not even five seconds ago, and I was already grumpy. Why was she taking so long? What could be so important? Other than the fact that she has an unknown type of cancer that they can't seem to determine. I hoped she was okay.

My day was dull until she returned - approximately three hours later.

Why? I have no idea. It seemed to be a long meeting. Usually our parents show up but Evangeline just walked past my room. I quickly jumped out of bed and followed her. But I don't think she was in the mood. She quickly closed her door and locked it. Something must've happened. Clearly. But what could it be? Evangeline doesn't really talk about her life. Other than the fact that she's from England. And that she has cancer. But I think that's it. Oh- and she loves tacos.

I gave her space, there was no point in invading it if she locked the door. I could only think of ways to get her out of there. I don't think she wanted to talk to be me though. She was just really quiet? I haven't heard her voice all day. I need to hear her voice.

For your information, no, I am not in love with Evangeline. It's just- when someone understands you and can makes you smile or laugh like no other, it's like you need them there. They're an addiction. I guess you could say Evangeline was my addiction. But I was not in love with a girl I barely knew. Right?