chapter 4
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-------------------I wake up in my hospital bed. The hospital room seemed familiar.
My mom is beside me and explained that she rented this hospital room for 6 months every time I would get chest pains.
I didn't bother what room I am in. The thing that bothers me is the absence of Max.
"Where's Max?" I ask her in the middle of her explanation
"Oh, she went to Dr. Mifler, your old doctor." she said massaging her own hands
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe she just had her checkup."
I nod and look straight at the watch.
6:58pm
I'm worried of Max. I've always pictured her, holding our future kids and singing a classic lullaby. But I know that won't happen. Maybe dreams are just made to be dreamt, not done.
"How long was I asleep?" I asked my mom who was sitting and looking at space
"Basically 1 day." she said, a cupped a pillow near the red velvet chair. "The doctor was worried it would take a week for you to wake up since your heart monitor showed unfortunate results."
I missed home so much. The Fall Out Boy albums. The smell of vanilla. The vintage comics piled up on my bedside. The box of paper chats Max and I had during 3rd Grade. The books Max recommends me every other night. I missed home because it reminded me of Max.
And I basically, I did miss her.
"When will we be home?" I asked her.
"Maybe later on, we can go home." she smiled.
. . .
A few minutes later, Max arrived with a brown envelope. Her face, it's pale, she's shaky, right in an instant, I knew there's something wrong.
I examine her face. Her acne popping out, her small and infamous mole below her lower lip.
She sits down the chair. She's saying something. I don't give a fuck because she's there, looking sad, and shit is real, I am dying, sooner.
Then I think of me. I'm gonna die soon. In about 6 months, I'm buried 6ft in the ground with people throwing flowers to my coffin. Wow. I've never thought it would be like this. I never thought of death. Death, the last element of its opposite, Life, is the thing that's actually making me breathe longer. Death is containing the fear.
I snap out of my thoughts when she placed her hands in front of my eyes, shaking it, as if trying to get my attention.
"Is there something bothering you?"
she asked sincerely.The brown envelope, Max. What the hell is inside it.
"I'm hungry." is what escapes my pale lips.
A nurse barges in the door and says "Mr. Hemmings, you may be discharged. Your mom is outside waiting." She exists a silently closes the door.
"Why so fast?" I said
"Luke, that was what I was telling you." she bit her lip and helped me stand up. "Your clothes are there." she pointed to the couch where my red flannel and my Ramones band shirt were laid with my black chucks.
It didn't take long to change. I went outside my room and saw the face that inspires me to wake up everyday, Max.
"Where's Mom?" I asked her.
"She went home early. She said Elle was at a sleepover and she wanted to have some special night with your Dad. So she asked me if you can stay at my place. And I said yes." she said, air- quoting the word 'special night'.
What. Oh my god.
"Still hungry? We can have dinner. At KFC or some sort." she added. She took my hand.
"Yeah. Thanks."
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stars ➳ luke hemmings
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