Hi guys! I thought I'd sneak another story out to you guys this week. This story was inspired by alot of things in my life, a main one was nearly losing my grandfather last year to Cancer. I know most of us can relate to loss in our life, so I was hoping I could display that in my story. I hope you guys enjoy, thank you for all the love and support
"John..?"
The middle aged man opened his eyes softly, blinded by the world, or better yet, the bright lights of the hospital room. It had only felt like he slept 10 minutes, yet the medicine had him out for seven hours for his surgery. John had always been a fighter and a leader, someone who was at the top of his class, the Quarterback of his football team during high school and college, yet he couldn't conquer Leukemia.
He smiled softly, his deep dimples showing through as he studied his beautiful mother, happy to have her hand in his as he came to his senses. He rolled his blue eyes as she cried softly, watching her pack all of his bags for him to leave the hospital.
"Ma, I'm good..Stop, okay? I can pack up all my junk.."
Mrs. Cena continued to cry and pack, tuning her son out as she shuffled through his things, commenting on one of his baby photos.
"You've always been such a strong boy, Johnny. Look at you here, you're just smiling and dancing!" John sighed softly, listening to his mother side step what the situation at hand really is. As she continued to gush through her tears, he cut her off abruptly.
"Mom, I'm dying. Its nothing we can do about this, but pray.. Don't make matters worse by acting as if this isn't the case."
As his words dripped in the room, his mother sobbed softly, furthering her flow of depressed tears as his words sunk into her heart. He wobbled softly, trying to stagger out of his bed to pull her to his chest.
She obliged for a second, not wanting John out of bed as weak as he was, but her heart was so broken that all she really could use at this moment was someone close. John rested his chin against her head, rocking her softly as she cried against his thin chest. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to be strong for his mother at this moment, but couldn't understand how he held on for this long without breaking down himself. He mustered out a few words into the empty room, as he listened to her soft cries.
"I'm not going to leave you, alright...?"