8:18am
It's a pretty day. The sky is clear, and the sun is shining. The white snow is melting as winter steadily comes to an end.
Next week, I'll finally be discharged from the hospital.
I can spend every day with Mark once I'm discharged. That makes me happy.
As I stare at the Han River gently swaying back and forth, my fingers touch my lips.
It's still unbelievable. I kissed someone.
To be that close to someone....I never would've imagined it.
"Jackson!" Mark waves as he runs towards me.
He has on his tanned trenchcoat with black jeans hugging his skinny legs.
Mark engulfs me in hug, wrapping his arms around my torso and burying his face in my chest.
"Hey." I say quietly as I return his warm hug.
Mark releases me from his delightful hug. His warm smile rests on his lips as he stares at me.
"Just wanted to say 'hi' before my appointment." Mark giggles. "Bye Jackson!"
He waves goodbye and hurries back into the hospital building.
A smile forms on my face as I stare at his back.
An appointment every week concerns me though. I hope the doctors treatments are working. I'd hate to see Mark in pain.
I'd hate to see Mark lose the battle he's been fighting. I will support him as much as I can, just as much as he supports me.
"Jackson." Suzy walks up to me. She's smiling warmly.
"Vitals check." She grabs my wrist and leads me back into the hospital.
I ask her about Mark's treatments. She responds saying that he has another batch of chemo and that his sister will pick him up from the hospital.
Chemo?
After Suzy finishes checking my vitals, I lay in my hospital bed, lost in my own thoughts.
Mark's health, the upcoming court date, the negative thoughts that have no ambition to escape my mind. A multitude of things cloud my brain.
I'm more worried about Mark than anything.
I've never been religous but...I close my eyes and pray. My hands slide together then I hold them up to my chin.
I pray that Mark will get better. He'll get strong, feel better, he won't cry anymore tears of pain.
I pray and pray. All my prayers are for Mark. I could care less about my own problems.
Mark is more important.
Mark is my everything.
My angel.
