The last kiss

The first encounter

"Doctor, what's wrong with my little sister?!" Jack asked the doctor worried, knowing the doctor's look. It was the look that says it's serious and Jack hated that look.
He loves his little sister more than anything and he doesn't want anything to happen to her, he couldn't take it.
"Your little sister has breast cancer...the cancer isn't dangerous but it's far, we have to operate on her and then start the therapy...in most cases 67% don't make it..." the doctor explained and Jack looked at the doctor in shock.
"N-no no no that can't be!" he said in shock and got tears in his eyes, he didn't want to lose his sister not today, not tomorrow and not in the next few years. He wasn't just against that the doctor thought that his little sister would die, but he would also fight against it together with his sister.
"I'm sorry Mr Jones but if your sister wakes up we'll explain the same to her and operate on her tomorrow morning," he explained to the doctor Jack and left the room. Jack was shocked and slid down the wall, his mother would be devastated and didn't know what to do and he did he didn't know what the chances of losing his sister were too high but if Zoe didn't fight then she would die too.
Whatever decision she made, the road would lead to death. Would it lead to death? Didn't she have a chance to survive? His little sister was a fighter she would make it.
67% don't make it in the case...
These words kept repeating themselves in his head. Could it be that his little sister belongs to the 33%? The chance is actually high because 33% isn't low, but it's not high either.
Fate would soon decide whether his sister would make it or not.

"what about her?! Why doesn't she wake up?! Jack, what about my daughter?!" cried Mrs Jones, fear in her voice, trying not to cry. She didn't believe her daughter that morning, she thought she was faking. But now she's lying here and they're finding out what she never wants to hear No mother wants to hear that maybe her daughter is going to die and that she has cancer.
"She's asleep," Jack murmured, pointing to where Zoe was. Mrs Jones immediately ran into her daughter's room and sat down next to her, holding her hand and praying that Zoe would wake up.
Jack also sat down next to his sister and they waited, waited and waited until she finally woke up.
Minutes, hours, days, and weeks passed, but Zoe still didn't wake up.
"Doctors say she's fighting herself to wake up," Jack explained to his psychologist about what was happening in his life.
"And what do you think your sister will be able to do?" the psychologist asked Jack, looking at him in shock.
"Of course she will! She's a fighter of course she wins!" he screamed in shock and his psychologist just nodded understandably. But he didn't understand it, he understood him nobody could understand Jack, nobody knew what he was going through.

His sister struggled with life and death and his mother got drunk and stopped going to work. It was just as Jack would have expected, his mother had a relapse like when his father left the three of them.
But this time it was even worse. This time Jack was on his own, this time he had to climb up the well by himself.
"Mum I'm home again," Jack mumbled to himself, not even expecting an answer.
He went into the living room and saw his mother getting drunk. It was the same as always and nothing would change until Zoe got home safely.
"Mum stop drinking!" he said annoyed and his mother looked at him in shock.
"why? Why?! If I stop drinking will it bring my daughter back?! I'm her mother, I should know that she's feeling bad, she told me that she wasn't feeling well and I didn't believe her! I thought she wanted to skip tea so I said she was ill!" his mother yelled at him.
"If you stopped drinking then at least you could go to your daughter and wait for her to wake up!!" he yelled too and got up.

She felt an eerie pulling and stinging pain and she opened her eyes. Confused about where she was and how she got there, she looked around.
Beside her lay a boy he was probably a head taller than her and pale in the face. One of his dark, curly strands caught his face. He watched her silently but said nothing. he probably doesn't like to talk or he was just too shy to talk. She realized that she wasn't in her room, and slowly she realized where she was.
Nevertheless, she asked again if she was wrong.
"Where am I?" she asked him quietly and she looked around again.
"You're in the hospital," he murmured and Zoe nodded his thanks. He seems shy but helpful because he was able to ignore her and pretend she wasn't there.
"How long have I been lying here?" she asked again and looked at the boy carefully. She wanted to watch him, study every facial expression of his, but that probably wouldn't work. Because she didn't want to stay here, not just yet longer. She wanted her brother to pick her up and take her home. As you remember, she asked him how long she had been lying here, but this time he just looked at her silently.

The doctor came into the room with a happy grin and noticed that Zoe woke up again. He was happy but Zoe was confused, very confused about it all.
"Oh Zoe you're finally awake!" the doctor started to talk. Exactly what she expected, but she only wanted to know one thing, one thing only.
"How long have I been lying here?" she repeated her question, but this time put it to the doctor.
"You've been lying here for 3 weeks, your brother will surely come soon," Doctor Petell answered and Zoe just nodded, confused. How could she sleep through the night for 3 weeks? Like without waking up?
Doctor Petell checks them again thoroughly and then leaves the room again.
"He just said that I was here for 3 weeks," Zoe said in shock and the two laughed.
"I'm Jaden," the handsome boy introduced himself and Zoe smiled and introduced himself as well.
"I'm Zoe." So he wasn't that shy after all. His blue eyes fascinated her and she just wanted to pierce his eyes. Staring at his eyes the whole time and not taking her gaze away from him.
But she wanted to know one more thing, why was she lying here? And why was he lying here? That's exactly what she wanted to ask him, but would it be too much? They didn't know each other yet, but she wanted to know. Part of her wanted to know so badly, while the other part just wanted to forget that thought. It would be too rude to ask him so directly, wouldn't it?
"Why are you lying here, if I may ask?" Zoe finally asked Jaden without thinking another second. But instead of getting an answer from Jaden, she just got his thoughtful look. He considered telling her, or not?
Was it really that bad? What could be the reason he lay here and doesn't want to tell her? Was it death or worse...?