1 Chapter 1.
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The car ride was long, moving from Trenton, New Jersey to San Francisco, California. Me and my sister, Lana, drove across the country for a better hospital for me. It was a boring ride, doing nothing but drawing, reading and sleeping, but finally Lana pulled into Gencit Cancer Hospital. Lana pulled into the parking lot, and my Leukemia started to act. My stomach clenched and my head started to pound. I grabbed my stomach, as a wave of pain rippled through my body. Lana looked at me, very confused as I held my stomach and scrunched up my face. She stopped the car as I sat up straight in my seat.
"Are you okay Jessie?" She asked with a worry in her tone.
"Me? Yeah. Of course. Only Leukemia, like normal, right," I lied, not wanting to worry her. It probably was just a Leukemia flare up, probably. Since Leukemia is cancer for the blood, I get those a lot, probably once every week. I don't like to tell people that I have ALL, acute myeloid Leukemia, because people would treat me differently, and no one likes that. Well, not me at least. I close my eyes and take in the smell of the cherry air freshener attached to my seat.
"Jessie, what's wrong? I don't take lies, remember?" Lana poked my face as I slapped her hand.
"Nothing. Now, let's get out of here before I leave you in here." Lana opens the door and she hops out of the car. I hop out after her, and walk into the hospital. It smelt of old perfume and Lysol. I walked up to the secretary, and sighed. There were tall glass walls, and the waiting room was huge. Its chairs were green, and looked really comfortable. The ceiling was super high up, and was also made out of glass.
"Um… excuse me. Whom are you?" The secretary asked. I looked down at her. She had grey hair, wrinkles all over her face, red saggy cheeks, a button nose and a smile that stretched out to the heavens.
"Oh. I'm so sorry. I'm Jessie McCarthy, a new transfer patient from New Jersey, I come here with ALL. I'm sorry to add more people on your plate. I just hope I can get better here." I softly speak.
"Oh honey. You won't add more people. The more the merrier! ALL, huh. You will get better here, I promise." She sniffled a tear. I hugged her over the desk.
"It's okay, I will be fine. I mean, Chemotherapy! Eek! Scary, but I will be fine. I hope." She nods.
"Okay. I'm sorry. I don't like seeing all these sick people. Anyway, you will live in room B67." She hands me a key.
"Wow. Living in the hospital. Gives me the shivers." I hear a huge commotion behind me and I quickly swing my head to the waiting room, where medics rush in with a stretcher and run into the emergency room section. I look back at the secretary.
"There is an occasional new case of cancer, like you just saw, but anyway, you may go into your room, there is a list of things you can do, order to eat, you can also just move in. There are also two maps. One that shows around the hospital, and one of San Francisco. We have dinner at the Cafeteria every day, but if you are feeling bad, then you can get it taken to your room." The secretary explained to me, as I slowly nodded, taking in my new life. I look around again, as a parent and her child walk up to the Secretary.
"Hello," the mother claimed, "I hear that this is the best Cancer hospital. My little munchkin, Sarah, has ALL and I was wondering if we could get a spot here." The little girl, Sarah, chose that moment to start to cry.
"I hurt mommy. Everywhere." Sarah cried. She dug her head into her mom's skirt. The secretary walked to Sarah and gave her a hug.
"It's okay Sarah. You're okay. You will make lots of friends here." The secretary walked back behind the desk, and told them mom to complete some forms.
"It's so big. I don't know how I will ever be able to find out where I'm going." Sarah whispers to me. I laugh.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask Sarah.
"Yeah! Of course! I'm very good at keeping secrets. Like the time my mom got me a soda and not my sister!" Sarah smiled hugely.
"I have two secrets. One, I'm new here too! I was just signing in when you and your mom got here! And two, I have ALL too. Leukemia, the one that you have." I answered, and smiled when I saw the huge grin on her face.
"Twinsies!!" Sarah screams and everyone looks at her. She digs her head into her mom's leg again.
"Jessie," The secretary reminds me, "There is your paperwork on your bed upstairs, and everything else I told you. Dinner is at 6, you could find some friends." I nod.
"It was nice to meet you guys," I go up to Sarah and take off one of my shirt buttons, "use this for good luck, okay?" She nods and gives me a huge hug and starts to cry on my shoulder.
"I know, I know it hurts." I start to cry too. "I'm sorry," I continue, "I just hate seeing people with ALL suffer like I do. Be good for your mom, okay Sarah." Sarah nods and goes to cry on her mom.
"What's your name?" The mom asked, pretty freaked out that a 16 year old person was crying. I would be too.
"Jessie. Jessie McCarthy." She nodded and I walked over to the elevator. I punch in floor B. As the elevator goes up, I wipe away my tears, trying to not look babyish for all the other people. The elevator stops and the doors swing open. The hallway was long with a blue carpet and beige walls. The doors were bland, not one with any decoration. I sigh as I walk down the hallway, and find room B67. I open the door and see a Beige room with tile floors. It had an attached bathroom, and a TV. I grab my bag that I brought and plop it on my bed, looking out the window, pretty satisfied with the view. You could see the San Francisco skyline from it. I sighed and fell onto the bed, tripping on a map. I fall hard on the floor on my butt.
"That's gonna bruise," I say to myself, and stand back up. I take a look at both the maps, then throw them down, seeing that both the places are huge. I grab out of my bag my picture of my mom, who passed away a few years ago in a car crash. I place it on a nightstand next to my bed and pull out some other stuff, like books, notebooks, my laptop, etc. Once I pulled out everything from my bag, I slide my bag underneath my bed and found a list of things to do on my bed. I opened it, just to know for tomorrow, because I am just going to relax tonight.
List of groups and things to do:
Groups:
Soccer-
Baseball-
Basketball-
Hockey-
Lacrosse-
Arts-
Newspaper-
Therapy-
Things to do:
All of the above-
Go in rooms and do stuff in their-
Sleep-
Talk to friends in Sunroom-
I plop down on the bed, already my joints, like my elbows and knees, are hurting. I think over the sports, but soon realize that I forgot I can't play sports, cause I'm too skinny, I am very fragile, because Leukemia makes it easy for you to break, bleed or bruise, and I'm going to be in Chemotherapy next week. Yay me. I will probably be in the sunroom a lot, and in here. I eventually fall asleep, and get woken up by a shake.
"Jessie," A doctor says, "Dinner time, time to make friends."
