25 August 2012
Theyre all lies, everything . His world, mine, everyone's! I can't take it anymore the walls are kept white, why? I do not understand the point of being here. It's prison. wait no, It's worse . I tell Carlos he needs to sneak me out . He replies with a sigh along with a tear. He starts off by saying my name. "Nancy, you can't give up." it's the same story I hear over and over . The fact that I'm hooked to a machine thats been keeping me alive for 3 months isn't something I dreamt of. As Carlos convinces the doctors to let me spend the night at his place I get my stuff ready, which isnt a lot, just an extra outfit. A Tee, jeans & a beanie. In the car it's nothing but comfortable silence. We connect in a way words cannot describe . I'm not the only one dealing with cancer . He's in the battle himself. My best friend . As i wake up
To his face I can't help but tickle his feet . He wakes up and escorts me back to the hospital. Carlos doesn't spend all his time at work but that evening which was strange because he was working all day. He gave me a letter & made me promise not to open it until three days passed . Kept me wondering, especially since he didn't go back to my room. It's the second day now. "Carlos! Where have you been? You left me all alone."
"no I didn't I will always be with you no matter where you are." The third day at 9pm. By the look on his face I can tell that something isn't right . I'm not sure what it is at this moment but I will find out. "hey sleepy head." "yeah?" you should go get some rest. You seem pretty tired ." "Alright, see ya tomorrow. Love you." "Love you too."
The next morning.
"Nurse?"
- "Yes, dear?"
- " have you seen Carlos?"
- " Oh yes, he dropped by to tell me to inform you that he will be out buying some groceries for his family."
- "ok. Thanks"
It's 10:30pm and I haven't heard from him . Anxious, I walk to his room & see him sleeping . I give him a kiss and go back to bed . "the note! I totally forgot!" As i turn the envelope i notice writing. It said 12:30am .I open it up . Eager, I start reading . But i never wanted to read what the note said..
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