Hazel Grace's POV
I stare up at the ceiling of my hospital room and think, will this ever end? I was sent back to Children's Hospital last night when I was having trouble breathing; the doctors reported that my lungs have again begun to fill with liquid. My dad is sitting to the right of me with his head in his hands and his shirt wet with tears; even my mom who is always the one, who stays strong, is over by the window softly trying to hide her tears so I don't see. Since Augustus died my health has started to fall considerably; when I was first wheeled into the hospital I was tempted to ask if you could die of a broken heart? Because all that I have felt since Augustus died is grief, it's been weighing me down like when I first found Augustus' cancer came back. I hadn't left my house that much since he died, and the only people I have talked to are my parents and Isaac. Isaac has been the only one anchoring me to this world away from the one place that the love of my life was terrified of: oblivion.
"AHHHH," I scream through gritted teeth. has stated that she is going to try to remove all the liquid from my lungs, but I feel like it is going to be a failed attempt. "It does hurt a little at first so that is a good sign", stated trying to keep the situation positive. But failing. "See Hazel, isn't worried so we shouldn't be either", my mom relays with a forced smile. "Yeah mom", I say brightly. "Dr. Graham, when can I have visitors", I ask? "Um you have regained a little strength so I think one visitor would be ok", she says. "Cool, mom can Isaac come in", I ask? "Yes, he's just outside I'll go get him", she admits. "Thank you", I say. Isaac has sort of become my rock since Augustus died; coming over almost every other day. Sometimes we just sit in silence lost in our own thoughts about Augustus or Isaac convinces me to play deaf video games, but he always wins. My mom walks in with Isaac in tow. "Hey Isaac", I croak because I suddenly feel a sharp ping in my lungs, but I dismiss it. "Hey Hazel", He says while he eases into a chair. Both my parents walk out into the hallway to give us some space, nut they don't go too far. "How are u feeling", he asks hopefully. "Like crap", I reply. "Ohh", he sighs. "You have to get better", he states. "I'm trying hard Isaac I just don't know how much I have in me", I say feeling the sharp ping again. "You are going to be fine better than fine; I know you will", he says. His hand slowly lifts from its place on the chair and tries to find mine; I place my hand in his to give both him and me reassurance. What happens next takes my breath away; I feel like my lungs are about to explode. I feel so much pain. "AHHH", I cry out. "Issssaaaaaaccccc Isa-", I scream.
Anna's Notes
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