★彡 BEHIND THE CLOSET DOORS
Catching Up
One month later
ASHTON’S POV
My life, I tell you, is an ongoing loop hole of nurses waking me up to feed me medicine and doctors rushing in and out of my room. Questions on how I felt this morning and how I feel at the moment keep come up. And I always felt the fucking same. Everyday I wake up at 4 am and fall back asleep. Everyday I eat breakfast at 7 am. Everyday at 12 I take a couple pills with my lunch. Everyday I spend hours sitting facing a television playing The Bachelor, totally zoned out. I spend every second, of the god damn day thinking about Josh. At least thousands of instances of me kissing him or me causally asking him out have popped into my head the month I’ve been stuck at this hospital.
Mom and Lauren walk in my room, not even bothering to knock.
“Ashy! Are you getting less sick now?” Lauren climbed up onto the hospital bed next to me. I couldn’t help to giggle. 7 year olds are too cute.
“Ashton, did the doctor say anything about your lung cancer yet?”
“No not yet, I want to start him on chemotherapy within this month, but I may be able to just do a surgery to remove the cancer cells,” Doctor says as he pushes the curtain aside and steps into the room. Doctor said it might be a while before I can get discharged, maybe never be able to get discharged.
JOSH’S POV
I was back at my apartment, living happily with Meyson. I didn’t expect for him to get kicked out for smoking a little pot. And frankly, I didn’t think Meyson was even that kind of person. I have always thought that he was a nerd and quite honestly, pathetic.
Meyson and I have grown close over the span of a month, the amount of time we have been living together.
ASHTON’S POV
My life, I tell you, is an ongoing loop hole of nurses waking me up to feed me medicine and doctors rushing in and out of my room. Questions on how I felt this morning and how I feel at the moment keep come up. And I always felt the fucking same. Everyday I wake up at 4 am and fall back asleep. Everyday I eat breakfast at 7 am. Everyday at 12 I take a couple pills with my lunch. Everyday I spend hours sitting facing a television playing The Bachelor, totally zoned out. I spend every second, of the god damn day thinking about Josh. At least thousands of instances of me kissing him or me causally asking him out have popped into my head the month I’ve been stuck at this hospital.
Mom and Lauren walk in my room, not even bothering to knock.
“Ashy! Are you getting less sick now?” Lauren climbed up onto the hospital bed next to me. I couldn’t help to giggle. 7 year olds are too cute.
“Ashton, did the doctor say anything about your lung cancer yet?”
“No not yet, I want to start him on chemotherapy within this month, but I may be able to just do a surgery to remove the cancer cells,” Doctor says as he pushes the curtain aside and steps into the room. Doctor said it might be a while before I can get discharged, maybe never be able to get discharged.
JOSH’S POV
I was back at my apartment, living happily with Meyson. I didn’t expect for him to get kicked out for smoking a little pot. And frankly, I didn’t think Meyson was even that kind of person. I have always thought that he was a nerd and quite honestly, pathetic.
Meyson and I have grown close over the span of a month, the amount of time we have been living together.
Notes
This was wayyy bad
2k views! How the frack did I get that many? Sending all the love from America
7/13/17