Snippets

Okay

"Mr.Franta?" I barely hear my assistant say behind my running form, as I scurry to the car, ignoring his question. I wave my hand behind me in dismissal as I hurry to the most important person in my world; the one who needs me most.

The door slams, the machinery beeps, nurses chatter, but I don't hear any of it. All I hear are the sobs spouting from the plump lips of my beautiful blue eyed boyfriend. Doors open and close, lights flash, and people gather, but all I see are the wires attached to the arms of the lovely man lying in front of me, curled up as the pain eats at his chest.

"Filled with fluid," they said, the words escaping their mouths to lash at my mind. We had thought that he was better, tumor free. I would laugh bitterly at the idea now, and I almost do, amused beyond logical thought at the notion that my baby would be okay, that my world would stop falling apart. I'm interrupted by the man himself, the one whose suffering I would gladly take upon myself, even though I feel like I'm already dying. His coughs rattle my soul and I dismally rub his shoulder, breathing deeply like he might never be able to do again. He grasps weakly at my wrist, giving me a sad smile and choking back more coughs. I can't bring myself to smile back, answering instead with a tear. That tear is soon joined by another, and then more and more drip down my face, distorting my world through a blurry waterfall of sorrow. Then suddenly, my sunny smile joined the waterfall, turning my misery into a esteemed water feature. What brought upon the significant change?

"Boys, I have got news for you!" the doctor burst through the door, his cheery demeanor immediately brightening the room. My posture leaps to the moon, my back straightening faster than a cheetah leaping after succulent prey. Sweat prickles at my hairline and my heart hammers like construction with a time limit as I lean forward, eager like a puppy on a walk, mouth salivating at the idea of positive food for thought.

"You're okay!" echoes around the room, my brain, too shocked to comprehend the words, simply sits in a state of disbelief as this savior of an angel goes on.

"First of all, this wasn't caused by the cancer, it was simply a buildup from earlier that just popped. Second of all, your tumor is still gone, no more surgeries are needed, and best of all... you can leave tomorrow night!"

The air seems to leave my lungs at the news that it remains in his. I wrap my arms around him, eyes twinkling like the stars that, after all of these years, have granted my only wish. The whimpers of joy that escape my mouth convey every emotion of mine perfectly, just dripping with relief and love. I know in that moment that everything is going to be okay. Not in the way that you tell a child on their deathbed to cease the sobs, or the way that you assure an idiot before the test of their life. I mean it in the sincerest, most certain way there is, the way that glues the pieces of your life back in the place that you always knew they belonged, the way that lulls you to sleep on the rare bad day, the way that you wish everyone could experience for the pure feeling of well being that fills your entire body, that no amount of paranoia or anxiety could ever shake. The way that comes only with the ensured safety of your most cherished loved ones.

A/N- YAY! Welcome to my new story. I hope you all enjoyed my first installment of one shots. Please leave comments and prompts in the comments, and I will be sure to answer all questions. Also, a HUGE thank you to FourthMuffin for making this beautiful cover and for being my writing buddy. I would really appreciate it if you guys would go give her a cheeky little follow. Until next time... BYE!!!