The rest of the night consisted of everyone cleaning up.
I wanted to help clean, but Daniel didn't let me. He kept telling me that I needed to rest and that I wasn't allowed to exhaust myself.
I hadn't talked to Pres after the part where Daniel called me his girl last night, so here I am in my room, laying down with my phone in my hands.
The doctor says that I'm lucky that Daniel got me up and out of the car and to the hospital as soon as possible because my injuries would've been more severe if he hadn't. I, of course, thanked Daniel.
But now I still have to stay at this hospital for a minimum of two more days for recovery with my arm and recovery from the very short, I don't know what to call it, but let's call it deep sleep. The doctors said that they have to observe how I am for these two days and I'd be tested too, so if I pass the tests and multiple observations, I'll be free.
I had tapped on Pres' name on the messages app on my iphone 7, not sure on what I was going to say, so I just stared at it.
I start to type what's going on in my mind and what I could say to him.
Hey, can we talk?
I don't send it, but I backspace on the words. They sound too . . . serious.
I don't know what's up with you, but can we talk about it? I'm kinda worried since you've been acting different lately.
I hover over the blue send button, debating on whether or not I should send it.
I quickly press it and squint while my heart beats rapidly, scared at what he'll say. I put my phone on the bedside table, screen facing downward.
I just want my friend back. I know it may be difficult for him because it's obvious that he does get jealous around me and Daniel. But we can possibly fix what's wrong. I can maybe even set him up with someone.
Then it hits me.
Daniel's cousin.
She's, in no doubt, extremely hot, and since she seems awesome to hang with, considering that she made Daniel happy, she can maybe make Pres happy too.
I just have to talk about it with Daniel.
Then I mentally scoff.
It's Pres and Daniel. Do I really think Daniel will let me set Pres up with her?
Oh well. It won't hurt to try.
I hear a ping coming from my phone. I take it and see that it's a message from Pres.
Different likeee? -P
Idk, just different -A
He replies right when I was about to turn off my phone. He's a quick replier.
So what will we talk about? -P
Instead of wanting to deal with this on text, I call him. He answers right away with a questioning voice, "Talk about what?"
"Last night. You just seemed like not yourself, why is that?" I question.
I hear him sigh through the line, "You're back with Daniel and I guess I just couldn't handle seeing the girl I like very much with another guy."
It hurt to see someone that I care about a lot hurt. So that's why Daniel better agree to letting his cousin go on a blind date with Pres. Well, in high hopes that his cousin isn't taken and that she would agree too.
"How about you go out on a blind date with this beautiful girl that I know?" I blurt out, slightly lying about the me knowing her part.
He chuckles, "I really just confessed that I liked you and now you're going to try setting me up on a date with another girl?"
"That's right," I say positively.
There was a slight pause. Then he said, "Well fuck it. Sure. I'll go out on a blind date with the girl."
"Yes!" I celebrate out loud, holding out a fist and pulling it back in a celebratory manner.
"Yeah yeah whatever. Just text me the details."
I say all smiley, "Of course. You'll love her, no doubt. Bye!"
"Bye," he says before the line gets cut.
Then my smile turns into a short frown because I wasn't even sure if this was going to happen.
~~~~~
"Please, please, please," I beg Daniel who was laying in the hospital bed right beside me while laying on his side facing me with his head in his hand.
He shakes his had with a bitter laugh, "There is no way I'm setting up my own cousin with my girlfriend's admirer."
Girlfriend.
I couldn't help but stop and smile at that. I'm his girlfriend. It's still pretty new to me. Him calling me girlfriend still made me smile and feel the grenades all over and over again.
"What? Why are you smiling?" he smiles at me.
"Girlfriend. I'm your girlfriend," I giggle sheepishly.
"I mean . . . unless you want me to get another one then-" he says sarcastically, but I cut him off with a punch on his shoulder. It was my left hand, so it wasn't as strong as it could've been if it were my right arm.
I then roll my eyes, "Go ahead. I fucking dare you."
He pretends to think then shakes his head, "Nah, I'll just stick with you."
"But please please just let me set Pres up with your cousin," I beg once again.
I am not going to give up. She's single and according to Daniel, also ready to mingle. And so is Pres. And in order to change Pres' feelings towards me is to set him up with another girl. A girl that is worth being set up with. I can tell she's worth it because Daniel spoke so highly of her before I brought up the 'playing cupid' plan.
He said stories of how amazing and outgoing she was. Plus, she's incredibly beautiful.
"No," he says again.
"What can I do to make you say yes?"
I'm willing to suffer the consequences if it meant that Pres won't be so heartbroken over me anymore.
He sighs, "We go on the date with them and I choose what we're going to do and where we'll be going. And if Preston pisses me off even just a tiny bit, the date would be called off."
"Deal," I take my hand out for him to shake but he kisses me instead.
"So are you going to be able to go to the house when we celebrate Manda's birthday?" Daniel questions after we share the lustful kiss.
Amanda's birthday is today, if you hadn't remembered. I'm devastated that I couldn't celebrate with her, but at least I got her a gift.
I shake my head and click my tongue, "Nope. I can't. Doctors said I have to stay here for two more days if I pass tests and observations."
Daniel chuckles and sarcastically says, "Good. Now I can bring my side chick to the house."
I give him a death glare.
He raises his hands in defense, "I'm kidding. I'm kidding."
If he wants to play games, then I'll play too.
I pout childishly and fold my arms like a little baby.
"You know I love you right?" he says putting his arm around my waist to maybe get me to stop pouting.
His words make my cheeks heat up badly. Just like how I'm not fully used to him calling me his girlfriend yet, I'm pretty much still not used to him telling me he loves me.
"You're blushing," he teases while poking my cheek.
I roll my eyes, "Shutup, you're annoying."
"Yeah, an annoying guy you agreed to being in a relationship with," he winks.
"Stupidest decision I have ever made in my whole entire life."
"Bullshit and you know it," he growls playfully.
True.
~~~~~
I walk down to the third floor where Luna's room is at.
I want to visit her today because, really, I had nothing to do in bed and walking around isn't that bad. Plus, I get to see Luna.
246
I continue walking, looking to my left to check the numbers.
247
248
249
I peek through the open door to see Luna awake, watching something on her iPad. She was leaned on the pillows of her bed in a sitting position with her legs under her blanket.
I knock on the door lightly and she looks up from her iPas and smiles when her eyes land on me.
"Belle!" She yells in excitement, jumping up and down in her bed.
"Hey," I say softly while sitting in a wooden chair that looks the same thing as mine in my room.
"What're you doing here?" She questions while turning off the iPad in her hands and putting it on the bedside table.
"I just wanted to come and greet you since I was bored down at the second floor."
"Well, I'm glad you're here. I was very bored and was playing boring games on my iPad."
We continued chatting and she showed me her scar that she had on her shaved head. She had told me this heart-aching story about the whole cancer story.
She was 4 years old when she was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a type of cancer that starts in a person's adrenal gland, which is located on top of both kidneys. She was pretty young when she was diagnosed with the cancer, so the risks for surgery were higher.
Her parents weren't very wealthy at the time. They were in panic for the money for surgery, but the doctors said that she needed surgery immediately despite the risks. There were more risks for her if they just let the cancer be and let it spread, so surgery had less risks.
Her parents worked their asses off for it and luckily for them, they set up a few fundraisers with her aunt and uncle and their child, who was 13 years old at the time. They did car washes, sold dinner tickets, and even did garage sales.
They eventually had enough money for the surgery and as much risky as it was, she was very lucky to have survived it.
Her parents got promoted in their jobs about a month later, which was a huge help because they could pay for chemotherapy. The chemotherapy is a huge help to kill the cancer cells in her body.
She told me that her chemotherapy still hasn't been working for the past few months. It worked last year, but this year had no help at all. I felt really sorry and really wished that I could do something about it, but I couldn't.
According to her, chemo "is very tiring and really sucks, but at least it's helping."
Throughout the story, I couldn't help but cry. I really hope to god that her chemo could start working again. I'd hate to see such an innocent girl so miserable. I can see it in her eyes and eye-bags.
This made me think.
I, and everyone else who are perfectly healthy, should be thankful for the good health. We don't have to go through what others go through and it's a pain to see. Especially a very young kid who has barely lived her life yet.