Day two. Hospital
Posted July 15th, 2017 by mischief
" Hey, I'm Heather, who are you"? 4/18/1990
She'd just moved in the next bed yesterday night. Without looking up from the book I was reading I grunted, " Ray".
" I'm fifteen, you"?
Still without looking I mummuled " Fourteen".
" Why are you here"?
" You tell me why your here first".
Without flickierng an eyelash she smiled and said, " Cancer".
" I'm sorry".
" Oh, it's no so bad. It's not like I'm sacred to die. Plus, my parents and sidlings will vist me while I'm here. How about you"? I shrugged. I realy didn't want to talk about why I was here or wheter or not my parents would vist me. While she was chreefully chatting with the nurse I got a good look at her. Boy, is she pretty. With straight red hair and sprakling green eyes.
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