6:15pm
Today is Christmas.
Here I am laying in a hospital bed listening to my therapist.
I'm tired of hearing her voice.
She hasn't helped me throughout these years. It's pointless to listen.
"Jackson. Listen to me."
I turn my head to the door.
She smacks her lips and slams her pen against her clipboard.
"You can't continue to act like this! I'm trying my best to help you!"
Ignore.
"You don't care about your mental state? You're not scared you might attempt to kill yourself for the seventeenth time?! Answer me, Jackson!"
A lone tear rolls down my cheek. Ignore her Jackson. Don't tell her anything.
"Excuse me." Suzy walks into my room with her blue nurse outfit on. "Your visit time is up." She bows politely.
My therapist glares at me.
"Unbelievable." She gathers her stuff and heads out of my room.
Suzy looks at me. She smiles softly.
"I knew she was making you uncomfortable. Mark is here to see you, I'll send him in."
"Thank you." I smile weakly.
Suzy bows politely and leaves the room.
A minute later, Mark walks into the room. He has on his white hospital outfit and white slippers, he greets me with a smile.
"Hey Jack Jack." He sits in the seat where my therapist sat before.
"Hey."
"Yay! You responded!" Mark claps happily.
I smile.
"Merry Christmas." I speak first.
Mark's eyes brighten once he hears my voice.
"Merry Christmas, Jackson." Mark smiles.
Suzy comes into the room and tells Mark that he needs to return to his room. He just finished with another batch of chemo before he came to visit me. He has to rest.
"Bye." I wave weakly. My arms are heavily bandaged and my body is immobile.
Mark takes my hand in his.
"Bye Jackson." He smiles sweetly.
Then, he bends to my face. His soft, warm lips press against my cold cheek.
"Get better soon." He whispers low enough for only me to hear.
He walks out of the room waving happily at me. I watch the door shut behind him.
He...kissed me?
He kissed my cheek.
My fingers brush against my cheek.
Mark...kissed me.
I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face.
smooches(:
