Short little mid-chapter, just cause I want to get it done. Pretty much all Nina and Patricia talking.
Nina Martin lay in bed that afternoon wishing that she could still be in the cafeteria with her new friends. She liked them- they made her feel like she was a normal kid again, who went to school, did homework, did sports and clubs, and had actual friends. Before Nina and Patricia went upstairs again, they had gotten everyone's hospital room numbers and phone numbers.
Nina's new friends were all very… different. She liked Amber, who was somewhat of an airhead. Amber was lively, and optimistic. Nina needed some optimism in her life.
Then there was Fabian, the only other person Nina felt she could develop a very close relationship to. He seemed kind, and sweet, and he was kind of cute, after all… Maybe there was something there…
Nina pushed these thoughts out of her head, dark ones taking their places. Something there? As if she could actually have a future, as could Fabian? She frowned, not liking what she was thinking and not being able to forget it. It stuck to the back of her head like glue for the rest of the day, a shadow that could never be shaken off.
Gran had gone out with a couple of her friends, but only after Nina had convinced her she would be fine. Now, Nina wished she hadn't gone. She was lonely, all cooped up in her tiny hospital room. Even if it is cheery and bright, it will never be home. She thought, taking her Soduko booklet from the nightstand. She did 8 pages, then put down her book and sighed. This wasn't fun at all.
She was just putting the book back in its place on the nightstand when the door slowly opened. Patricia's head peeked in. "Hey, Nina," She wheeled her blood stand with her as she walked over to the couch and then plopped down.
"Hey," Nina said quietly. Patricia was usually cheery- well, not exactly cheery- but fairly happy. However, today she seemed as though something sad was lingering around her brain. Nina wondered what it was that had put a damper on her mood.
"Nina?" Patricia asked. Nina's mouth opened slightly. She breathed in and out, expecting bad news.
"Yeah?" She asked, almost silently, looking to Patricia. Patricia sighed and began to fiddle with her hands, which rested on her lap almost daintily.
"I have a surgery tomorrow. It's a big one," Patricia felt like vomiting. She hated the thought of needles, blood, anything having to do with surgeries. Yet she had been in so many they were oddly part of her normal routine.
Nina didn't say anything, but her eyes did. They seemed to be shooting x-rays through Patricia- Even though Patricia wasn't looking at them, she could still tell the message they were sending. They sent sympathy, a kind of sympathy that didn't come from the millions of people having fundraisers to find a cure. It was a special kind of sympathy, one that only friends who have gone through this know.
The surgery was scheduled from 6:00 A.M sharp, the next morning. As always, Nina would be right outside the surgery room, waiting, staying until it was over to support her friend- but she never expected who else would be there.
CLIFFY!
-Olivia5k5
