Golden wheat like locks blew in the slight breeze, caught in the midst of a nice spring day. It was nice out, but not too nice. It withheld the potential qualities of the fall-spring cusp. The male was enjoying the weather which wasn't seen often in a town like this is Canada, especially at this time and year. It was almost as if it was a picture perfect moment; an attractive male, sitting on a dampened rock with a nearly wilted flower held within the bandaged hands. This looked perfect.
What a normal person was to look at it as perfect, another were to look at it as a form of tragedy. For amethyst eye held an ounce of sadness in them, more than likely a lot more than that. And through the glimpse of hope was a ruined life. This boy's name is not important, but his story may lead one into a world of which was beyond our own; a world of hope where it needs to be the most.
A Canadian male, a cancer patient that had gotten so bad he was taken to a hospital in a larger city for temporary care. The saddening thing is, he wasn't getting any better. As much as him and his nurses could smile, whisper reassuring promises to each other and hope, the sad truth was that in such bright light, there's always a hint of darkness. In even the most pure of souls, there's always the possibility of not being able to make it. That was his case, the case in which Gilbert Beilschmidt, a school teacher from half way across the world, would find himself entangled into.
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Gilbert awoke, eye darting to the clock which read '5:30am'. It was too early for this. Not only did it take him a matter of seconds to remember he was in a hospital bed, with the most Gott awful hospital gown on that didn't even cover his (awesomely sculpted, in his opinion) rear. With the most appalled look on his face, the German fell back into the stiff bed and itchy sheet to release an annoyed groan. It wasn't then until a beeping from the other side of his curtain could be heard, and though the curtain was partially open, it was close to impossible to see in the pitch black in which hung above the room like a mist on a fall morning. Though, the beeping was clear as day, causing Gilbert to remember that he, did indeed, have what one would call a 'roommate' on the other side.
Though there seemed to be little to no movement in the bed beside him, a soft escape of breath could be heard, followed by a small voice.
"It gets better, trust me. I've been here for a while, and after a week or so it begins to lighten up. What I heard from Kateryna, you're pretty sick. At least to where you'd be staying here for a week under sur—. " before the boy could finish, Gilbert had let his ego take over his better half and interrupt.
"Whoa, back up. A week? These doctors must be on some pretty good pills to have themselves convinced I'm going to stay here a week. Not only do I not have the money, I don't have the time! Some of us have jobs, ya know!" By now, he was speaking rather loudly as it was in his nature, using his hands to describe just how furious he was about the manner, then giving a furious huff and crossing his arms as if to make a final statement to himself.
Without a response, the boy across the curtain laughed, though it was mixed with a short, coughing wheeze. "You have pneumonia, if you didn't know before," A small smirk could be seen on the male's face as he spoke, as if he was stabbing at how thick skulled the German seemed to be. "That could turn into something serious if you don't take care of it."
"Birdie, hey, I know what I'm doing, alright—" Gilbert didn't even had the full sentence out before realizing what he'd done, used his nickname for the mysterious boy in which he wasn't aware of. Before given a chance to correct himself, let alone help contain the small fluster on his face in embarrassment of how weird it was.
"Birdie? Is that a nickname or something?" After a moment of awkward air was rested between them, and the male had time to contemplate, a small laugh was heard. "Birdie, I like it. I haven't gotten a nickname since I was in here. The boys on the hockey team used to call me 'Polar Bear', since I would normally have to make myself bigger to get people against a wall." As in lost in memories, Birdie sighed, followed by a rustle in the sheets as he settled down. Which Gilbert took as a sign of him getting ready to sleep. "I really miss hockey, and school and even my family... I'm sorry; I'm just having a moment. It must be the new medicine having a reaction. Goodnight, Gilbert… I believe that's your name?" With a small tint of humor and happiness in his voice, the room once more became quiet until Gilbert had disrupted it.
"Hey, Birdie. We should go skating sometime when you get better. I mean, if you've been here that long you have to be getting out soon. And serious, I need more 'me' time. Working full time and getting sick wasn't on my schedule for my first month in Canada. Well, Goodnight, Birdie."
With that, Gilbert had laid down to go to bed, trying to find the most comfortable position possible in the most uncomfortable sheets ever.
Birdie on the other hand, had adjusted himself just so a few tears could roll down his cheeks without being noticed.
…. He wasn't getting better.
Author's note: Ahh, please don't kill me for no updates. Dx I'm so sorry, guys! School's been evil and I've really been trying to write this but I've had writers block. I'll stop neglecting this story, I promise. And, as for everyone asking for another chapter, here ya go! I hope you like it, and I'll edit it and fix mistakes in the morning. Here's the basic chapter though, what a cliff hanger. And building friendship.
