2 angels (cystic fibrosis story)

Part 1

ash pov

The sterile air buzzed with the hum of medical equipment as I, Ashton Irwin, a drummer with a heart full of rhythm, noticed a young girl, Selena, in distress. It was clear that she was dealing with a health condition, just like me. As I approached her, I couldn't help but admire her spirited demeanor, even in the face of adversity.

With a swift move, I brought Selena's wheelchair to a graceful stop, trying to be as gentle as possible. Our eyes met, and I could sense that she appreciated my help. The hospital corridor became an unlikely stage for our first encounter, and I couldn't help but notice her bright eyes and infectious smile.

Our introduction was punctuated with laughter and a shared understanding of the hospital's unpredictable nature. Selena, with her vibrant personality, couldn't resist cracking a joke about the impromptu wheelchair adventure. "Well, that was a wild ride! I didn't know the hospital had its own rollercoaster," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with a mix of gratitude and amusement. I responded with a genuine grin, my carefree spirit adding a touch of ease to the unexpected situation.

But our camaraderie faced an immediate test when the indifferent nurse, seemingly oblivious to my presence, rudely wheeled Selena away without acknowledging my timely intervention. My anger boiled over as I watched the nurse's behavior. How could she be so callous and indifferent to the plight of a young girl dealing with a serious health condition like cystic fibrosis?

I turned around and walked away, leaving the nurse to deal with Selena on her own. It was clear that she deserved better treatment than what the nurse was providing. As I walked away, I couldn't help but think that this encounter with Selena was the beginning of a unique friendship that would bring laughter, resilience, and shared moments of understanding amid the clinical routines of our hospital lives.