You had been diagnosed with what doctors call leukemia. What you call it, 'hell'. When you're not at the hospital, you refuse to leave your house. You've recently gone into medical relapse, and had been given chemotherapy. It had been a success, so you went back into remission. All of your hair, though, [h/c] and still short from your last round of the killing chemicals, had fallen out, leaving your body smooth and hair-free. The initial sting had worn off, but you never engaged in outside activities. You stayed inside and read fanfiction, knowing the outside world would call you out. But the next trip to the hospital, a few weeks after the treatment, when you went in for a dialysis session, is when the whole week turned up on its sunny side. You got a seat next to a very cute boy. From the looks of it, he didn't have cancer at all... But he must have, since he was also being dialyzed. His hair was dark, rich, brown. His eyes were closed, and he had headphones on. Even from where you sat, you could hear the classical piano. Your face flushed a little. Your mother, reading a magazine, looked up. "Are you okay, (Name)?" She asked. "O-Oh, yeah." You say, snapping your head forward. A small smile appeared on the woman's face. "He's cute."
"I realized that, Mom."
"No, I'll bother him." A nurse walked over to the boy, gently pulling off his headphones. "Alright, Roddy, that's it for your session." She says, unhooking him. "Thanks," he replies, adjusting his shirt. "Hi." You say meekly, glancing at him. The teen looks over, his, shockingly, purple eyes focusing on you. "Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah." You murmur. "I'm (First Name) (Last Name)." "(F/N)?" He repeats. You nod.
"I'm Roderich Edelstein."
You mentally vault that name.
He sticks around for the rest of your session, and talk. You learn he loves cake, dancing and playing piano. But sooner than humanly imaginable, your own session ends and you get up. "May.. I have your number?" He asks, his face turning slightly pink. After a second, your mom rummages in her purse, handing him a pen. "Thanks..." He says. "Oh, (Mom's Name)," she tells him. Giggling softly, you give him your number. He writes it on his hand. "See you soon?" He asks.
"Yeah. If we don't die first," you joke.
(A/N): Drabble based loosely on a part from the book My Sister's Keeper. Yes, book. I thought the movie wasn't very good , after reading the book. Books 1,000,000. Movies 0.