"Okay, class I have what you have been signed up for." The teacher told her class, and handed the papers. " Landon" she yelled. He stood up and received his paper. Oncology, No, he didn't want Oncology, he couldn't face seeing cancer patients. It's not what he signed up for. " Damn it," he whispered, he wasn't sure if he could handle it. " Oncology," that's a nice floor. Julie said unsure what to say, because she knew it wasn't. " Not if you had my past," Landon said walking away. Cancer, somebody he knew had, or has cancer. She was getting closer. "Yeah, I was hoping if I could go to a different floor," Landon asked his teacher. " I'm sorry, you can't, All right class lets go." So all the student's left, with Landon trailing behind, he didn't want this floor. " This is the oncology floor," a nurse said Landon looked down at the floor, he couldn't look up, he wouldn't look up. " Here, we see death every day, from 21 years olds to little babies. I have been here for four years. It doesn't get any easier; it gets harder. You become attached as a nurse, you cant help it, everyone oh this floor depends on you to keep them alive, and when they die, you feel like you let them down. I let Jamie down. She shouldn't have died. "Alright, I'm going to split you all up." All the students were split up and Landon was sent to room 350. He didn't want to go to that room. He didn't want to go to any room. He slowly walked to the room, and lightly tapped on the door. The door slowly opened to reveal a little girl so scrawny from the disease that was eating her away. "Hello, my name is Landon, I'm from the collage a few blocks away." "I'm Amanda," he looked at the girl and the memories came flooding back. She was bald, and so thin. Jamie had also wasted away in her last few months of her precious life. "You can come in." Landon didn't want to, but it was as if his legs took another life and walked themselves into the room. The room was decorated in pictures, flower's pictures, and balloons. There was one picture that happened to catch his eye; it was a pretty girl who was living life with her friends. "That was me. before. I got sick," Amanda said when she saw what he was looking at. She looked so healthy, so happy. " It was one of the last pictures taken of me before." she just shook her head. He knew what she was thinking, 'her life had been so perfect before, what did she do wrong.' Landon quickly tried to change the subject. " How long have you been in here?" Landon asked her " I lost track after the first couple of weeks." She said, still looking at her picture. "What do you do with all the spare time you have," Landon said desperate to change the subject. "I sing," She finally smiled, " I love to smile." Landon's breath caught, he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't breath.