Deadly Cure

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Cyler

One week later

                  The bell rang.

                  I sighed in relief as another school day was over, and I could spend time with Hannah. The past month I have been trying to cherish every second with Hannah, but I must admit I'm still a bit in denial to Hannah's condition. Cancer. Sometimes I forget she's sick, and other times I want to forget. I just want Hannah back to being Hannah.

                  I pack up my things and head towards the senior's hallways, where all the lockers are. I see the Coventry's surrounding Hannah while she's shoving stuff into her backpack. As if on cue Briella turns to face me, she waves slightly, but her eyes are telling me more. Before I can decode it, it's gone.

                  "Hey," Hannah declares "I'm gonna hang out with them," she gestures to the Coventry's, "but I'll see you tonight?" I try to keep my face composed. I know all of them can see I'm bummed by this and try not to take this personally. Hannah just needs girl time. At least, that's what I'm telling myself. It's not worth getting into another argument with Hannah, so I start to say:

                  "Yeah um, actually I'll see you tomorrow morning. Gran made dinner, and—

                  "Okay. See you then." She leans over and kisses me quickly on the lips. Before she could turn and leave I pull her into a hug. Then she's gone. I clear my throat and go to the parking lot. I have a lot of work to do anyway. The kind of work Hannah can't know about.

                  Since finding out about Hannah's terminal illness I've been working on a cure. I know I'm not any smarter than the thousands of doctors that have been working on a cure for cancer, but maybe I can figure something out. It's a long shot and so far I've come up with nothing. Yet, I can feel it in my bones, in my soul, in my heart, that I can cure Hannah. I don't know how I'll do I just know I'll do it.

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Gran is gardening when I pull up. She's in the front with the petunias, a plant I dislike heavily. The name itself sends a wave of annoyance over me. Gran is amazing. She has lengthy white hair with pristine blue eyes that sparkle at everyone. She's the type of woman you don't see very often. She was a strong woman. She rarely asked for help and I never heard her complain. 

                  "Cyler! It's so good to see you, almost forgot what you look like." She's joking, but she's right. I haven't been home hardly at all. A part of my heart swells. Gran has been mainly by herself since Dad works almost twenty-four hours a day, forever, and I've been at the Folk's house.

                  "I know I know I'm sorry Gran. I've been—

                  "Oh, I'm just teasing. Come here you." She wraps her arms around me and I do the same. Besides Hannah, Gran is the only woman in my life. My mom died when I was really young and ever since then Gran has lived with us. Dad is the CEO of some big, fancy company that I not-so-secretly hate.

                  "How was your day?" I ask her as she pushes me inside. She's probably going to try and shove cookies down my throat in an attempt to fatten me up. I'm not terribly skinny, but I'm not a football player or anything.

                  When I look down she picks up on how my day was. "It was okay, I guess." It really was it just could have been better. It's not even about Hannah, well actually it is, but not about her, her cancer. I wish I could figure it out already, so she can be cancer-free and live life again.