My Personal Remedy

The Game

"Okay." I said.

~Lincoln's P.O.V~

When I walked back in the room there was yet, another new nurse. How many nurses could one person need. All I could think about was if Ryleigh was going to be okay.

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I walked out of the bathroom and the room was empty. Ryleigh wasn't even there. Where did they go? I would've called her but her phone was sitting in her bed. I heard laughing outside the room. Two nurses walked in and said that they had moved her to a different room.

"Could you get all of Ryleigh's stuff, along with yours?" they asked.

"Sure. Where do I take it?"

"3 doors down."

"Thanks."

I walked down to the new room. It was much better. It had a window and an actual second bed for me to sleep in.

"Why did you move rooms?" I asked Ryleigh.

"I wanted to. And you just stare at the wall. You needed a window." she replied.

"Okay, then."

~Ryleigh's P.O.V~

Lincoln came in my new room looking like he was going to kill me. I just wanted him to have something other than a hospital room wall to look at.

"I'm sorry, Lincoln. I told them to let me go get my stuff but they said no."

"Its okay." he replied.

By now it is 9:30 and this chemo really exhausts me. I was watching KUWTK and fell asleep.

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I woke up to Lincoln talking on the phone. Who was he talking to? He hasn't met anyone here, maybe he was talking to someone from Texas.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked him.

"Nobody."

"Okay?" I said, giving him a weird look.

"How did you sleep?" he asked me.

"Good, I guess."

I just kept giving him really weird looks. He wanted to change the subject really quickly for some reason.

"You find out the results of your chemo tomorrow, don't you?" Lincoln asks me, still trying to change the subject.

"Yeah. The game is in 2 days, isn't it?"

"Yeah. You think you will be feeling up to going?" he asks me.

"I hope. I just really want to be there, not only for me but I want to be able to be there for you." I said. I could see the tears in Lincolns big blue eyes again. Maybe he isn't holding up as good as I thought he was. Does he cry when I go to sleep?

"What is wrong with you?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?"

"I have seen you start to cry more than once. Come here." I say, patting my bed and scooting over. Lincoln came over and laid down beside me and started to cry.

"Now, tell me what is wrong with you?"

"I just don't want to see you die. I can't stand to see you hooked up to all these wires and IV's. I can't lose you, little sister." he replied, sniffling and wiping his tears.

By now I was crying. Anytime Lincoln cried, I cried because if he cried it was serious.

"It will all be okay, Lincoln. I am not going to die."