Hey, guess what? I'm mad. You know why? People. They suck.

-Mo

Disclaimer: Shut up.

Ya know what? I really hate being sick. Being sick has been SO bitchy to me that me doctor wouldn't let me have visitors. Which meant that Lucy couldn't come. But that didn't stop her from leaving flowers at me door step.

I walked over to the door, cracking it open and picking up the flower. I smiled. A lily. The flower of life and resurrection.

I bit my bottom lip, checking to see if the coast was clear. Today was a perfect day to go see Lucy.

I inched ever so queitly down the hall before it hit me. I had no earthly idea where her room was. Hmm, maybe if I just wander around, I'll find her room. Or, maybe, I can ask where her room was. The choices, the choices...

"Um, excuse me?" a voice from behind me asked. I whirled around, seeing a tall, red-haired woman. "Uh... Sorry, Miss. Vikki."

She sighed, putting her hand on her hip. "Richard, what are you doing out here? You're supposed to be in your room."

"I'm, uh, goin' to see me friend," I paused for a moment, tilting my head, "Would you happen to know where her room is? Her names Lucy." Miss. Vikki sighed again. "You know I can't let you go see her. You're not even supposed to be out of your room!"

"I know, I know! I just... really wanna see her, 'kay?" She sighs AGAIN. "Fine. You can go see yer little friend ONLY if you promise to go right back to your room afterword."

I nodded my head vigorously, smiling. "Ok," I agreed. Miss. Vikki gives me Lucy's room number and all that other junk and I'm off yet again, this time knowing WHERE I'm going.

As I was turning around the corner, I felt eyes watching me. I turn around. It was Lucy.

"Lucy! What are you doing, following me like that?" I asked. She giggles. "Well, I was coming out of my room, which is the other way, y'know, and I saw you, so I started following you. Wait, you did know my room was that way, right?"

I turned red. "Psshhh, yeah, I knew that. Just... y'know, exploring..." She laughs again. "Yeah, sure..." She was silent for a moment, studying me. "Ritchie, would you like to come back to my room?"

Wait, WHAT? I turned even redder. She's not talking about... "Since, y'know, you were already on your way over there. Talking in the middle of the hall isn't exactly the ideal place to talk..."

Ohhhhhhhh! THAT'S what she's talking 'bout. "Uh, sure!" She smiled, grabbing my hand and rushing me into the other direction. I laughed, which kinda hurt. Thank you, pleurisy, with all sarcasm intended...

Just like the girl, her room didn't cease to amaze me. Being in a sanatorium, you can't exactly personalize your room. But that didn't stop Lucy.

Lucy's room, of course, had dozens and dozens of flowers in various colored vases. Sketches were scattered on the one table in the room. I looked intently at one particular sketch. It was of me eyes.

"Hey, Lucy?" I caledl out, getting her attention. She looked at me. "Hmm?"

"Are these, uh, me eyes?" I asked hesitantly. She nodded her head vigorously, smiling like a lunatic. "Yeah! I told you I liked your eyes, and, y'know, I draw a lot, so I thought I'd skectch them..." She trailed off.

I smiled at her. "They're good. Almost as amazingly stunning as the originals." She rolled her eyes. "Getting conceited, aren't we?" I smirked. "Getting jealous, hmm?"

She laughed, playfully hitting me on the arm. I laugh again, wincing a bit at the pain. Ya see, this is why I hate having pleurisy.

I spend a long time in there. Almost an hour, to be in exact. We just talked about random stuff. But like every other moment, good or bad, it had to pass. Eventually, Miss. Vikki called me back to my room, the time being almost 8:00. Eventually I went to bed and eventually I fell asleep.

So, ya know, normal day.

Yay. Woo hoo. There's the second fuckin' chapter.

-Mo