I jolt awake. My eyes scan the room frantically, trying to remember where I am. But then I remember, I'm in the same empty, familiar, somewhat scary hospital room I've always been in. And then my eyes land on my wife. Her face looks like one of an angel's, despite looking so frail and weak. I reach out on hand and stroke her cheek gently and smile warmly to myself as a stray tear runs down my face. I wipe it away and glance at my watch, nearly 3:30. I yawn and stare at my wife longer, as is seeing her for the first time. No one deserves the sickness she carries.
I hate cancer. It plagues my wife, my wonderful, perfect wife. She did nothing. If anyone deserves this, I do, not her. I would gladly take this from her in a heartbeat. I feel like cancer is a cruel joke someone is playing on me. My wife gets cancer, almost beats it, but after nearly a year of remission it comes back, and it comes back hard. Punch line? I can't do anything to help. Haha. Very funny.
I give one exasperated sigh and get up from my chair I had been sitting in for the past twelve hours. I sudy my wife once more before walking towards the window. I run my hands through my blond hair and shake my head at everything we've been through. Gabriella and I have been married for nearly sixteen years, come September, but we've known eachother since we were both six years old, when she first moved into my neighborhood.
She and I have been through so much, and the day I dropped to one knee and held out the ring, out of all the thoughts running through my head, the very last one was; What is she gets sick one day? What if she gets diagnosed with leukemia?
a/n Okay, what did you think of that?? I got this idea really late last night and had to write it. This is just the intro, and if you like the sound of it, feel free to leave a review. I have some pretty good ideas in store :)