It was a normal day so far. I didn't expect anything to happen.
But then I met him.
He had brown hair and dark eyes. He wore a plain white t-shirt and black pants.
He looked like he was running away from something. That's when he bumped into me.
He apologized. He had a worried look on his face. I told him it was fine.
His stomach growled. I gave him my sandwich. He declined. I insisted.
I told him not to worry about it, I could always get another one. Reluctantly, he ate it.
He stayed for longer than I expected. We talked for a long time. I told him my name was Kai.
He told me his name was Sawyer. He said that ever since he was a kid, he had always been sickly. He was always stuck in hospitals. He also told me his parents were gone. His mother died when he was young, and his father left him shortly after his mother's death.
He told me he wished he wasn't born sick. He said if he wasn't sick, he would be happy.
That day, I told him that was nonsense. I promised to make him happy, even if he was sick.
In exchange for him telling me about him, I told him about myself.
I told him that my parents were gone as well. I told him parents left me in an orphanage when I was young.
However, I left the orphanage years ago. I've been living on the streets ever since. It's not as bad as it seems, I told him.
He told me that every once in a while, he escaped the hospital. But he would always go back because he got hungry, or the cops would find him.
He said he hated the hospital. I told him he could stay with me. He thanked me.
We stayed together for a few days until he started to feel sick again, so he had to go back to the hospital to take his medicine.
I went with him.
He met up with his doctor at the hospital. She was a young woman, she looked to be in her late twenties.
After she gave Sawyer his medicine, she looked at me.
She asked who I was. Sawyer told her I was his friend.
She was happy to see that he had made a friend.
The doctor gave us an offer. She would let me stay at the hospital, meaning I would get food and shelter. I accepted only because I would get to stay with him.
The days went by pretty quickly. And the days melted into weeks, months, and eventually, years.
Two years had passed.
He was happy. He didn't mind being stuck in the hospital anymore. Because he had me.
We had a lot of fun. We were always stealing food from the cafeteria or messing around with the other patients. One thing I noticed is that he was always clinging onto me, or holding my hand. I enjoyed the attention.
One day, Sawyer ran up to me with a big smile on his face. Before I could say anything, he wrapped me in a big hug. We both fell to the floor.
He told me the doctor had cleared him for school. He was excited to go. I was happy for him.
When his first day of school came around, he looked nervous. I assured him that everything would be fine. And so we walked in the school building, hand-in-hand.
