Dear Cancer Girl

2nd Note

Dear Cancer Girl,

I saw you for the first time yesterday. I accidentally ran into your room. I was late. I thought it was my cousin's room. Hers is 221 and yours is 122. She has like, really bad constipation or something. Shes just really weak.

Anyway.

I saw your doctor first and stopped and said,
"wait, sorry, who's room is this...?"
and then the doctor said,
"Room 122 with Miss somethingorother,"
I didn't catch the name,
"with acute promyelocytic leukaemia."

Then you pulled open the curtain making me jump, and said,
"Who is it Dr. Gomez?"

Then you looked at me.

Then I said,
"Oh I'm - uh - I walked into the wrong room. Sorry."

Then I paused for literally a second, but I got a chance to look at you. Your hair is a beautiful, shiny, mahogany. You had a bright green beanie on too, with your hospital gown, which I found interesting. You are also very pale, not a gross pale, but a Snow White type of pale.

I love it.

Then, after that second of seeing your beauty, I left and headed for my cousins room, thinking about you the entire way.