Pieces

I sat there watching him, his sick, dying body. Would this be it? Would he finally die? It had been five years and he hasn't gotten better. He hasn't looked this way in so long. I have no clue whether he will die a year or five from now. I'm not even sure he will wake-up from his nap. I have spent years sitting in this hospital room, waiting for him to get better, but still nothing. Nathan is my best friend and I have been in love with him since second grade, the same time he started getting sick. Nathan has had leukemia since he was eight years old it had been twelve years since he was diagnosed and five since his body started rejecting chemotherapy.