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"The child is crying" T.L

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Hospitals were never fun. The smell was horrid and the meals were like prison food. Not to mention the unnerving fact that people were dying in the same building as you.

But children's hospitals were even worse. Because the bright colours and fun cartoon animals were used as a distraction. To distract the dying children.

Nobody wanted to go through the pain of losing a child, no parent deserved that. So what did my brother do to deserve his son being taken away at such an early age?

What did I do to deserve my only nephew winding up in a mini hospital gown with a tube up his nose?

It isn't fair.

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I sat beside my little nephew, Carter, holding his small hand in mine. He looked up at me with a tired smile, all the medication they were pumping him with sure took it's toll.

"Auntie Sarah.." Carter mumbled quietly; "can I have some water..?" He pointed to his empty paper cup.

I filled the small cup just as Tommy, my drummer boyfriend, walked into the room. He's been so patient with Carter and I, taking time off work to make sure he could be there for us.

He even made the other three boys cancel all their plans one night so they could give Carter a mini concert in his room.

"Hey, little buddy," Tommy gave the eight year old a small smile. "How are you feeling?" He took a seat next to me.

"I'm okay, uncle Tommy," Carter took a sip from his cup, and I couldn't help but weakly smile at the word 'uncle'

Tommy and Carter babbled on about cars and motorcycles for what seemed like an eternity until the nurse came in and told us it was time for Carter to rest.

Tommy and I kissed Carter's forehead before exiting the room, heading down to the vending machines.

"It isn't fair, Tommy. He's just a kid," I said as I took out a quarter from my back pocket.

"I know. But everything will be okay, he'll get to go home soon," Tommy soothingly ran his hand through my hair as I got my small bag of chips.

"It's just not fair.." I turned to hug him, burying my face in his chest so he wouldn't see the tears running down my cheeks.

Tommy has stayed with me through it all. Since Carter was first diagnosed with his illness all the way to now, and I can tell he wasn't going anywhere by the way he held me.

"I know, baby. But it's out of your control," he sighed and gently kissed my head, slowly swaying our bodies back and forth.

Hospitals were never fun. But at least they're a little more bearable with Tommy Lee.