Each day that week I got into a particular routine.
I'd wake up at six AM, eat a bowl of oatmeal, pick up a trashy magazine and a apple, visit Nero (and read him said trashy magazine) until I was kicked out, chat with his mom for a half an hour, and then go home and google as much about leukemia as possible.
Nero and I had a lot of time now for just talking and being in new found love.
He'd tell me plot ideas for the future novels I'd write -all of which were gushy romances- and I'd tell him my amateur ideas for keeping the earth clean.
And Nero, being Nero, always smiled at my effort.
As time went on, we'd play card games and tons of board games like Monopoly, candy land, and LIFE. I never missed how Nero would always pair up two blue people instead the traditional blue and pink.
Secretly, I hoped it was us.
After the first week I started to get used to the hospital and it in turn started to get used to me.
There were two people I learned to avoid at all costs: Bitchy bubble gum chewing secretary (other wise know as Agie) who Nero and I had been brainstorming on different ways to get her fired and bitchy old nurse (other wise known as nurse –stick-up-her-ass.) The name said it all, she was bitchy and old. Probably going through menopause.
One day though, the fun times had dimmed. I over heard the doctor talking to Kyrie. Apparently they thought Nero was doing much better but as it turns out he was doing much worse.
(Oh the irony.)
Chemotherapy was set to start soon.