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in his arms Chapter 1 I toyed with the paper I held in my hands.

in his arms

Chapter 1

I toyed with the paper I held in my hands. It was covered in messy handwriting. Sure, it was nothing special, but it was special to me. It was the only thing I had to call mine anymore.
There was a gentle knock on the door before a woman with a familiar face walked in. “Hey, Kaitlyn. How are you today?”
“As good as you could be when you’ve got leukemia,” I told her, leaning back on my bed.
She shot me a look. “Look on the bright side, would you?”
“What bright side?”
“You’re getting treatment,” she told me, sitting down.
I rolled my eyes at her, looking back to the paper in my hands. “What is that?” she asked.
I was a little hesitant to say anything. Nobody really knew about the list. It seemed stupid, childish, even. “A bucket list.”
“Oh,” she swooned, “I made a bucket list. Me and my husband. How many goals do you have?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five?” she breathed. “Is that all? Mine has close to two hundred.”
“Yes, well, Nurse Martin, I don’t have as long as you do to get these things done.”
“Oh, stop it. Would you please realize you’re curable?”
I rolled my eyes, pushing my blond hair out of my face. I wanted to enjoy it while I still had any left.
“Look,” she sighed, glancing around the room, “I’ve brought you lunch every single day. Now, get your lazy butt up and go into that cafeteria and get it yourself. I’m not going to watch you go stir crazy in here.”
I sighed heavily, shooting her a look. She only grinned and put her hands up. “If you want to eat so badly, get it yourself,” were the last words she told me before she left the room. I contemplated it for a moment, and then decided the food would be worth it. I jumped up quickly to follow her.
She walked with me to the café. It was rather small, only having about ten tables, but it worked. I noticed an unfamiliar face in the corner of the room, but then again, everyone was unfamiliar to me, considering the fact that I never left my bed.
“Who is that?” I asked Nurse Martin.
“Oh, that boy? He’s Anthony, um, Thompson. He was just registered here yesterday. He’s already undergoing chemotherapy. Sweet kid. You could learn something from him.”
His bald head glistened in the light of the eatery and his circular blue eyes revolved around the cafeteria. He was so beautifully hypnotizing that I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He was sickly looking but somewhat stunning in a way I’d never seen on a man before.
And when his eyes connected with mine, I felt a feeling in the pit of my stomach that was so new and unfamiliar it took me by surprise. But, in a way, I loved the feeling he gave me by simply looking at him.

So yes, I understand the first part of this story is slightly boring. Sorry, forgive me.
I started writing this story back in like, June. The reason I didn't post it was because sugarfreak was posting Love Never Dies at that point, and two cancer stories would've clashed. So I posted Down This Road, which was about abuse instead, and it led me to my best friend, thesweetestmoments. I have edited it from its first draft, and it has become the story I'm most proud of.
Also, I have slight background on this story. My boyfriend of 2 years underwent chemotherapy for leukemia, so I kind of know what I'm talking about. Tack that on to hours of research, and yeah, here we are (:
I hope you guys like it as much as I do! <3
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*

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