*Hello fellow readers! Thank you for taking the time to read my story! This first chapter is a short filler to introduce the story, but I hope you like it just the same. Pease be sure to R&R. Happy Reading!*
I sat down with my books as the nurse hooked me up to the machine. This was it, my first chemotherapy experience. An experience I could have certainly done without.
"Okay, you're all set. I'll be in and out to check on you, but you should be good to go." Kate, my nurse, explained to me. I smiled as she walked away. As I settled in to ready my book, I watched my hair fall across the pages. My beautiful, long, flowing, hair. I silently wondered how much longer I had with it.
"Ahh, a book. That's a rare find around here. A breath of fresh air compared to all the trashy celebrity gossip magazines." I heard a voice call out. I looked around, my eyes landed on a teenage boy sitting across from me.
"Excuse me?" I asked, midly confused.
"Your book. It's refreshing to seem someone reading one around here. You'd think if people were trying to escape, they would at least want to go to a better place. But, then again, maybe not. Maybe reading about celebrities problems makes them feel better about their own problems. Augustus, Augustus Waters."
"Oh, hi. I'm Hazel Lancaster." I introduced. The boy intreeged me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I slid my book away for the time being, and when I looked back across at him, I noticed he wasn't hooked up to any machines. He looked back at me and smiled.
"Hi Hazel Lancaster. I'm guessing right now you're wondering what I'm doing just sitting here not being hooked up to any machines." He responded, reading my face.
"Something like that, yeah."
"I'm not here for me. I don't have cancer. It's my mom, stage three breast cancer. Sometimes, life really deals you a shitty hand." Augustus explained. I knew exactly what he meant.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I just got diagnosed last week with stage two osteosarcoma. This is my first time here." I opened up. It was the first time I had said my diagnosis aloud. The words tasted bitter coming out of my mouth. I wish I could have swallowed them whole. I wished none of this was real.
"That must be hard to handle at such a young age. I'm sorry. I've been coming here for a while. I figure, it's the least I can do, keep my company that is. But it's hard at times, having to watch people in a fight for their life. I'll be sure to send my positive vibes your way Hazel Lancaster." He replied with a slight smile at the end, his dimples highlighted for a just a split second before disappearing.
"Augustus, time to go." I heard a woman with a head wrap call out. I looked over, then back at him.
"Same place next time?" He suggested. I smiled at the thought of it.
"Same place next time." I replied back.
"Goodbye Hazel Lancaster"
"Goodbye Augustus Waters"
I watched as he disappeared down the hall before leaning back into the chair.
Who meets someone at Chemo?
