Angel
I watched Tatum leave the shop to go to the now broken down car. I release a sigh, feeling stress rise throughout the whole group. I check on Bones, seeing tears were rolling down his cheeks. I immediately get worried, rubbing his back a bit.
"Let's go outside sweetie." I gently lead him outside, each sob coming from him pulling at my heart strings. I make our way to the side of the building where I spot a picnic table, carefully having Bones take a seat. I give him a concerned look as he digs his face into his hands, sniffing and whimpering. I try to think of how to comfort him. How do you comfort a boy who knows he could die any time soon?
"You wanna tell me what your thinking?"
He sniffs, lifting his head back up a few seconds after I talk. His face is all red from crying, but I think the fresh air is helping him at least stay a bit more calm.
"I honestly don't even know.." I examine as he sets the Redbull in his hand down on the table top. Did we even pay for our stuff?
I give a nod to show i'm listening to him "You think you might just be a little overwhelmed?"
He nods back, wiping his eyes on the palm of his hand "Y-yeah..It just kinda happened out of nowhere.."
"I understand. But, I'm sure the car will be up and running in no time. Even if it's not, we can still get to New York sweetie. There are so many airports, I'm sure one of them has a flight to New York right now." I give him a reassuring smile, which he notices and gives a weak one back in response.
"Yeah, yeah- your right." he shuffles a bit on the uncomfortable wooden planks. I take off the yellow cardigan I have on, rapping it around Bones to keep him warm. The sun is starting to go down, making the sky a nice pastel pink. When I look back over at Bones, he seems to notice the color of the sky as well, as he looks at it in awe.
I give a soft chuckle "This must be something else compared to your shitty hospital window view."
He snickers, looking back down at the grass "Yeah.."
We both sat there..enjoying the nice breeze and stunning sunset.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Did we just steal a Redbull?"
We both pause...then break into laughter.
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أدب المراهقينImagine you were told you only had two days left to live, and you feel as if you had only wasted your entire life away. This quickly became reality for Cancer patient Brett Kelly (or as his best friends call him, Bones). after five months of chemo a...
