CHAPTER 7
“I think I know who you’re talking about,” he said placing me back on the pillow. He leaned on his elbow so he could face me with no problem at all. “Really? Who do you think I’m talking about?” “I think you’re talking about......” He trailed as he leaned in for a kiss, “......that guy over there!” I looked at where he pointed and saw an old man in a wheel chair. I hit him hard in the chest as he and I laughed like two crazy kids. But that’s just what we were. Two crazy kids in love. “You’re such an ass,” I said looking up at the ceiling. “I’m not sure if the ceiling deserved that. You wouldn’t want him crashing down on you, would you?” I turned to my side and giggled into his chest. A few seconds later, I found his hand under my chin, raising it up so that our lips could meet. I smiled as he kissed me and made sure that nothing could ever break us apart. At this point in my life, every thought in me had changed. I wanted nothing more than to live life knowing that he was right here with me. He was here when I needed him most and I was glad that he never went away without saying goodbye.
The afternoon that was filled with talking soon turned into a warm and satisfying night. But it wasn’t long before the doctor told him that he had to go since he wanted to speak to me alone. The goodbye was a pretty long process but at least we got to tell each other about how we both felt. He was heading out to tour tomorrow and I was determined to see him when he got back. I was willing to fight for my life now. “Rileigh, I’m afraid that I have some bad news,” the doctor said. I held onto my sheets as I asked her what it was about. Wasn’t she supposed to be telling these things to my father? I didn’t need bad news, it always made me want to give up. “I guess you haven’t really heard but your father left for New York a few days ago. He said he’d be back today but he hasn’t come in yet and we tried his cell, but we couldn’t reach him.” “What’s this about?” I asked resenting my father for not even finding the time to be here whole I was at such a crucial stage. “Okay, so bad news is that you’re not getting any better Rileigh. The chemotherapy isn’t working as well as it should,” she mentioned.
My breath hitched as I thought about Owen and how we were supposed to live together when there was no hope of me living at all. “S-so what else is there to do?” I asked holding back tears. “The only thing we can do is continue the radiation to ease the chest pain and the coughing. Other than that, we have pain medications to stop the brain metastasis that you’ve been complaining about.” “So basically, this is still my last week alive?” I looked up to the doctor who was already breaking at the seams. She took a deep breath as she nodded slowly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Is there anything else you’d want me to do for you?” the doctor said with a nice soothing tone. “Well, this notebook here is filled with letters. So I might need some envelopes,” I told her and she rushed outside my room to go find some.
She came back a minute later with a new pack of envelopes and handed them to me. She sat beside me as we talked about my life. I told her my story and about Owen and I was glad I didn’t have to spend the rest of the night alone. I don’t know what I would’ve done. Once I sealed each envelope, I asked her very nicely if she could mail them for me and she told me that she’d be more than happy to. Just as I handed her the letters, my heart started throbbing and my body started to get out of control. I was thrashing around in my bed. My head ached to no end and my breathing had started to become shorter and shorter. I blinked twice before my eyes completely shut. Then I was out like a switch. My life ended here.
No comments:
Post a Comment