in his arms

Chapter 2

“What’s he here for?”
“I don’t know,” she spat. “Go ask him yourself.”
“Me?” I breathed. “Oh, Nurse Martin, I don’t talk to boys.”
She tilted her head at me. “A gorgeous girl like you?”
Her words took my off-guard. “Gorgeous?” I repeated.
She flashed a smile to me. “Yes, Kail, I think you’re gorgeous.”
I snorted. “Well, the people I go to school with clearly don’t. I’ve never been asked out. Ever.”
“Well, he’ll think you’re just as gorgeous as I do. I promise. He’s sweet; I talked to him this morning.”
Nurse Martin wasn’t old in any aspect of the word, but she wasn’t exactly young either. I assumed she was around forty. She was a thin lady with blond hair to her shoulders and narrow blue eyes. She wasn’t the prettiest thing, but she was the nicest woman I’d ever encountered. She treated all her patients like her children, because she didn’t have any of her own.
I glanced back over at him, but he was toying with his food. It disappointed me, I wanted to see his eyes again.
We picked up a tray with a fruit salad on it for me. Because I was being prepped for chemotherapy, my diet was limiting of most of the foods I liked, like sugar, carbs, and fried food. I was basically living off of fruit, nuts, and yogurt. I felt myself losing weight even though I hadn’t even started the treatment yet.
“Don’t look now,” Nurse Martin breathed as we searched for a table, “but he’s looking at you again.”
Of course, just like anyone else in my situation would do, I picked my head up and directed my gaze towards his section of the cafeteria.
She was right; he was looking at me. This time, though, instead of just looking, I noticed a slight curve in the left side of his mouth. No, he wasn’t just looking. He was smiling.
“I told you not to look,” she hissed.
I only half-heard her, my eyes still locked on his. I found myself frozen, unable to speak or even think of anything other than his smile, captivated by his eyes.
Her voice echoed back in to my thoughts. “You want to talk to him.”
I was immediately snapped out of his trance. “No,” I breathed. “I just told you, I’ve never flirted with a boy before in my life.”
“Well, you have to start somewhere,” she noted, and began striding confidently in the direction of the boy with the beautiful eyes.
I stood unmoving in the middle of the lunchroom. I couldn’t remain stationary, but I couldn’t bring myself to follow her either. After glancing around the café for a few seconds, I unwillingly found myself scampering after her.
“Hi, Anthony, this is Kaitlyn. She’s a patient here too,” she introduced.
He smiled politely, moving his eyes to my face.
And everything that we would become and endure all started with a very simple, “Hello.”

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