Fifteen Minutes

Chapter 3

Bones

With the last half an hour with the doctor, everything seemed to have sped up. I was asked how I l felt by Tatum after, but I couldn't even remember what happened. All I could make out was  sounds of sobs, blurry images of getting my blood taken, and looks of despair written across every singe face I could make out.  I turned my gaze towards Tatum, who was currently a hazy, darkened blur sitting by my bedside. 

"Only two days?..." I finally sputtered out.

My eyesight convulsed as I looked around the room,only slightly being able to make out who is who. Everyone seemed to be looking in my direction.

Angel's soft tone spoke up "Yes sweetheart.." I could hear her voice crack, noticably emotional.

I couldn't get anything out at this point. I wanted this to be all a dream. I overthought every situation that had ever happened to me, all at once. 

"Should we give you a few minutes, B?" 

All I could do was shake my head as I stared at the wall in front of me. The same white and mint green walls I've been staring at for five month, seemed like it was melting before my eyes.

How could my entire life change in just thirty minutes?

The whole room was suffused with silence, But I swear I could hear every noise at once.

After sitting in what seemed like hours of numbness and speechlessness sulks, another doctor had slowly turned the doorknob, entering into the room without saying anything for a few seconds.

"Hello, Brett.." 

My eyesight finally leave the wall color that I now despise, and fixate on the nurse situated in front of the door.

"I'm so sorry for your news...I am here to talk about your last two days.."

I hear the medic's quavering voice, which left me dazed. How could someone I never met care about how many days of my life I have left?

The medic turned the chair towards my bed, taking a seat as they grabbed a pencil from their lab-like coat pocket and positioned the clipboard to write on "How are you feeling right now?"

I pause on her question "...I..I don't know-"

they exhaled through their nose harshly and wrote something down, all my friend's watching from the opposite side of the room. 

"I understand that you must be scar-"

"I don't feel scared.." I cut her off "...I really don't feel anything-"

The medic nodded, scribbling some more notes down "Now the last question-"

I glance over at all my friends as the nurse finishes her friends

"Do you know what you would like to do for your last two days? Almost anything is possible"

I keep watching my friends, now looking at each of their faces. I remember each of their special smiles, and how we would always put names to them. Reece's was called the witch smile; she always scrunched her nose whenever she really grinned. Tatum had the typical dad smirk, while Angel held the cool aunt smile. Damien was the dork-ish smile; stupid looking, but true. I feel my own smile, which my friend's just called 'Bone's own smile', as they always said my grin was too special to put a name to.

"...I want to spend it with my friends."