'My mind is mine!' I sat up quickly at the sound of my phone going off right next to my ear. I must have fell back asleep. I shut off my ring tone, a song Corey halfway wrote a while ago. The song needs some bass, but there was nothing we could do about that. I checked my messages and noticed I didn't have much more time before I was needed downstairs. I quickly got ready and headed downstairs.
Today Corey's sister was picking Kon and I up for work. I didn't think it was a good idea. I could be in a room near Kim in the future. After getting ready, we met Trina and Corey outside. Trina did not look happy to see us that morning.
"Get in now," She growled as we walked over, "I'm meeting Nick for lunch today and you're taking away all my Nick time!" Kon frowned and I rolled my eyes. My brother had a huge crush on her and I could never see why. Every time she mentioned Nick, Kon always got upset about it.
"Get in the car," I ordered my brother. This time he obeyed and got into the car. Before I even closed the door, Trina had slammed her foot on the gas. I quickly closed the door and buckled my seatbelt. Which crazy driving instructor gave this girl her license? Sooner than later, we were at our destination.
"Get out," Trina commanded. Quicker than rabbits, the three of us were out. Trina was gone without a word. Kon sighed as he watched her go and for the second time that day I rolled my eyes.
"Come on guys!" Corey said, excited, "Today might be Lanes last day!" Kon and I clapped at that statement as the three of us walked inside. Corey continued to speak about how excited he was for Laney to get out of the hospital. We signed in and headed to our stations, saying bye to Kon. The nurses were running around everywhere by the time we got up there. I vaguely remembered one of them mentioning several people being on break today. At the counter was Laney, a nurse, and her parents. Corey looked excited. That means they were finishing up discharge papers.
"Hey Lanes!" She looked up when he called her name. Laney waved with a smile on her face. I could tell she was excited to finally be out of the hospital. I went up to one of the nurses and asked how I could help. After receiving something to do, I got to work.
"Someone get another blanket for room 150 Kagami please!" A nurse called.
"I got it!" I responded, recognizing that name from yesterday. I headed to the blanket room. As I was heading to room 150, a nurse stopped me.
"Boy, please take these cart in there as well," She motioned to a cart filled with 'get well soon' items from many random people.
"No problem!" I responded. I placed the towel in an empty spot as the nurse smiled.
"Thanks a bunch!" I pushed the cart toward room 150. Before I entered, I got some hand sanitizer and knocked. No one answered, which meant Kim was most likely alone or something. I quietly and slowly opened the door.
"Hello?" I asked, "Anyone there?" No one responded. The room was dark and kind of creepy. It felt like death had just visited. For Kim's sake, I hoped he had not. I pushed the cart in as slow as I could. I closed the door a bit too loud. I frowned and pushed the cart farther into the room. Even toward the back where Kim was the room didn't look to happy. Things had changed a little since I had been in here yesterday. The one thing that really caught my eye was the keyboard by the window. I looked at Kim and wondered if she was the one who owned this beautiful instrument. I then remembered why I was here. After unloading the cart, I covered her up with the blanket. She didn't look any better, "I'm sorry that you're like this," I commented, even though she most likely couldn't hear me, "No one deserves to be in this hospital," I took a deep breath, "I hope you wake up soon. Bye Kim," I quietly pushed the cart toward the door. I only looked back once.
Volunteering time always went by quick. Summer always went by quick. A couple weeks later, we were had one more day before our time being volunteers was over. During the time before this, I spent a good amount of time seeing Kim before or after work. Sometimes her friends were there and I was growing on them. I truly wanted to know more about Kim, but I knew I couldn't ask her friends anything without them[mostly Konnie] bursting out into tears. On the last day I spent a bit more time than normal by Kim's side.
"This is my last day volunteering for a while," I told her as I sat there, "So I won't be visiting as much," All I got was the sound was the beeping monitors. I sighed as I got up, "Guess I better go Kim. Get better so we can talk for real, okay?" Before I could leave the room, the doctors came in.
"Oh hey Kin," One said, "We're about to take her off of support," My eyes widened. I looked at Kim in the state she was in now. She would not be able to survive long without the hospital's support.
"What?" I asked, angry, "Why?"
"I can't say. It's private," I looked at the girl once more before glaring at the doctor and storming off. I found Konnie and a man standing at the front desk filling out paperwork. I marched right up to them.
"Hey!" The two turned at the sound of my voice, "Are you really giving up on Kim?" I could see the sadness in their eyes as they looked at me.
"You must be one of Kim's friends," Her father spoke, "I'm sorry you had to find out this way,"
"He's not her friend," Konnie said coldly, "He's just some boy who's been talking to her. Not like she can hear him anyways," The father frowned.
"Sweetly, you don't know that," She rolled her eyes in response. Konnie was suddenly so cold. It was most likely because she was watching her father fill out papers so her best friend in the whole world could die. Konnie didn't respond to her father as she glared at me. I turned to her father.
"Is there anything I can do to help keep her on support?" The man smiled.
"If only we had the money son, but that would take a lot of work," I smirked.
"I'm in a pretty good band," I bragged, speaking of the band Corey, Kon, and I had. The man looked surprised.
"Oh really?" He asked. I nodded.
"We could make money and help you keep her on life support," He smiled at me again and I wasn't to sure if it was just to be nice or it was because he pitted me.
"Thanks for offering," I frowned.
"Give Kim a couple more weeks at least," I begged, "Please?" He seemed uncomfortable.
"Alright son," He eventually spoke, "You have four weeks,"
