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Lilah trudged her way through the white doors heaving her coat in her left arm, her right supported by her mother. Her eyes dragged in and out of what
seemed like never ending doorways, looking inside and seeing the patients of Greenview hospital. She had always seen the movies, and she felt as if she was
prepared, and nothing could surprise her. The shock of it all came quick to her- to actually be in a position where you are visually and mentally <em>here. </em>Her stomach churned at the realization of it all. The unfortunate people the life threatening disease had spread to and all the young
children in such a vulnerable position. Cancer sucked. That was the end of it.
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She felt her head spin as her mother let go of her hold on her and placed her hands on the front desk. Lilah concentrated on her mother’s rhythmic pattern
of her hand as her fingertips tapped along the marble countertop, not wanting to look up. Her mother grabbed a clipboard from the lady behind the desk and
slightly arced herself towards Lilah. She lifted up her hand and gently placed it onto Liliah’s mid-shoulder. Liliah snapped out of whatever daze she was
in and looked up at her mother, lips slightly agape.
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“Sweetie, go sit down”, her mother instructed in a sweet tone, Motioning for her to take a seat on one of the 30-something-year-old blue cottage chairs.
Without a word or hesitation, Lilah did as she was told, not wanting to cause any troubles in a public place like this. She hated the fact that her mother
tried to act like a <em>mother who cared</em> in front of people. She knew if she were home, her mother would probably be out with another random guy,
leaving her alone and not caring what she ate or took part in. Liliah often wondered if her mother would care if she did something recklace. Maybe if she
did drugs, or got expelled from school, her mother would take the motive to care. But Lilah never actually came to the conclusion to actually <em>attempt </em>any of these things. Her senses would always come to her before that.
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Her mother came and sat down next to her, leaning the clipboard on her lap as she filled out the paperwork. Lilah shifted her attention to a young boy,
about the same age as her. He was in one of the blue rooms labeled IER551. Sitting on the bed of a patient’s, holding onto her hand which what looked like
for dear life. Lilah watched as his lips moved to speak, and she became annoyed with the fact she was too far away to her anything. She instinctively
wanted to know what he sounded like, or what he <em>was </em>like. That was just the kind of person she’s always been- once she got interested in something
there was no turning back, she dug deeper until she found out what she wanted. She payed attention to the little things, his actions, his expressions. She
noticed that whenever the ladies hand would pull away, he’d wait few more seconds before pulling it back into his, and how he would blink as if in pain
whenever the
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Lady would say something. She figured he was trying to conserve her voice, keep it in his memory, because deep down she knew that the lady didn’t have much
time left. This was the Immediate Cancer Emergency part of the building, and only people in their worst conditions came her. Her heart sunk again at the
realization. <em>She </em>was also here, being emitted. She wasn’t too far in with her chemotherapy, and the hair loss wasn’t too bad. But then came the
rapid weight loss, extreme fatigue, and she knew nothing was right. The doctor’s had a one on one conversation with Lilah and told her the horrible news.
The caner was spreading too quickly for anybody’s liking, and at this rate she would have to be emitted to the intensive care unit.
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She tried so hard not to believe it, but the smell of hospital sanitation and the visuals had made it all too real again. She turned back to her mother,
who had just finished with the paper work and had gotten up from her seat. She heard little talk between the front-desk lady and her mother. The lady
behind the high wooden counter top stopped in mid-conversation to give a look of sympathy towards Lilah. Lilah and her were starring at each other without
actually <em>noticing, </em>but a wheeled chair pulled up with a male nurse behind it, holding onto the edges of either side, bringing them back to
reality. He dipped his head, motioning for her to get inside. She swayed her hand down and bent to grab her bag from the ground, “I’m fine, I can walk” She
insisted. But the nurse said nothing; instead, he just continued to stare straight at her as if he wasn’t going to budge. She realized he wasn’t going to
stop until he got his way, so she grunted stubbornly before plopping herself into the wheelchair.
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She bowed her head and hid as much of it inside her tiny hands as she passed by the room the boy was in. She didn’t want him to see her like this, in fact,
she wanted <em>nobody </em>to.
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Harry heard the sound of a wheelchair being pushed down the hall, and he quickly wondered if it was the girl he saw earlier from the corner of his eyes,
starring at him. He looked down at his mother on the bed,
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“Hold that thought mum” He said swiftly, before getting up from the bed and peeking his head out the window. He watched as the same girl he had seen from
earlier slid by on the wheelchair. He couldn’t get a complete view of her, since she was covered her face. He figured it was from a splitting headache- the
people in here usually get those a lot. He instantly became curios at the thought of her. Without hesitation, he took it upon himself to go back into the
room. He kissed his mom on the forehead before looking down on her and saying,
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“Mum, I gotta go do something. I’ll be right back”
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“You promise”She said weakly, looking up at him.
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Harry stood there in silence for a moment, before bobbing his head slightly, “Promise”. And with that, he was out of the room.
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He walked down the hall, eager to know which room she had been put into. He looked down one, and then another, then another. Finally he spotted the same
girl, sitting still on her wheelchair, with her back faced to the doorway and her front towards the window. From what he could see, her hand was settled on
the arm rest, and her head was bent, resting it on her palm. Her long wavy hair swayed evenly along her shoulders, and particularly favored the right side
of her back. He her her sigh, and that’s when he took the motive to take a step inside. She jumped a bit at the new sound, and turned around to finally
face him. He smiled at her adoringly, glancing at her features. She instantly got red in the cheeks and her whole face flushed. She lowered her hand from
her face and starred back at me.
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“Hey.”
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“Hi.”
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