(9) Rachel

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I was going to finish writing about Rachel but I wanted to make that chapter smaller and this one longer because my chapters are pretty short. And btw if you're still annoyed by the
A/N sorry but nobody commented so I'm going to keep doing them.

It was really awkward. I always feel awkward when I talk to people in the hospital. Because I was trying to figure out what was wrong with her and I felt like she was trying to figure out why I was in my wheelchair.

So I just said, "I like your hair."

And I did it was short and black with two purple and pink stripes. She looked sort of caramel colored, like my skin. She had brown eyes and a lot of eye liner.

"I have cancer." She said.

"What?" I said my brain got all foggy.

"I know you must've been wondering..." She sighed.

What was I supposed to say 'yes, I was studying you trying to figure out why you were sick and how you got sick and why you're in the hospital.'

Not when I just found out what it was and she probably got those kind of questions all the time.

"Um, no, not at all." I stuttered trying to sound convincing.

"It's OK." She said, "I was wondering the same thing about you."

"Oh." I laughed, "I was shot."

"I guess I win." She laughed.

I noded and said, "Ya I guess so."

I looked over her shoulder and saw a guitar.

"You play?" I asked.

"Ya, all the time." She sighed.

"You sing?" I ask.

"Ya, wanna hear?" She asked.

"Ya, but it's kinda loud in here." I said.

"Come here." She said.

She picked up her guitar and lead me to the back corner of the nursery.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Follow me." She said.

I thought it was just a janitor's closet but, when we walked in there was a staircase.

We quietly sneaked in and closed the door shut.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"I call it the window." She whispered.

"Why?" I ask.

"You'll see."

She lead me up the stairs and I took my phone and turned on my flashlight because it was pitch dark in there. I left my wheelchair even though I knew I'd probably be limping a lot.

"Hold on to the rail." She warned.

"Alright." I said using my left arm trying my best to struggle up the stairs.

We got to the top and I was terrified about what'd be up there.

I saw a ton of old, and broken toys.

"Come over here." She said.

"Let me turn on my flashlight." I whispered.

I pulled out my phone and pressed the button and turned my flashlight on.

I hobbled over there trying my best not to step on any toys.

"Now look." She whispered handing me a telescope that was sitting on the window.

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