They are the hunters, we are the foxes.
                    And we run.
             - Taylor Swift; I Know Places

"How are you feeling today?"

"Not great, but still fighting." I smiled the fake smile I had perfected so easily, over time.

My hands were clammy, but I tried my best not to pay mind to them.

Dr. Primson watched my fiddling hands.

"How is Chemotherapy?" She asked and I felt everything shift.

"You don't tell anyone these things, right?" I said, meaning the things we discussed.

"Of course not, this is all confidential, Nina." Dr.Primson cleared the confusion.

"It's rough. Sometimes I feel like I'm alive and my body can do anything, then other times, I feel like I'm dying, like there's no hope. I can barely can get out of bed some mornings, without feeling weak." I told her how I felt and she digested every word that came out of my mouth.

She listened like she understood.

Maybe that's what I needed, I needed someone to understand.

"Nina, don't look at what you're going through now-"

"How can I not? I feel constant pain, I just want it to stop!" I interrupted her speech with my cry.

"Nina, you need to be positive. In this situation it's the only thing you can do. Like I was trying to say before, don't look at what you're going through as a negative. Try to look at it as a positive. Look for one positive thing everyday, no matter how bad it is. It may not be giving you the results that you want, but I guarantee you that it will make this and you feel a lot better." Dr. Primson reached for my hand, so I crossed my arms, guarding myself from human contact.

I didn't need her pity.

That reoccurring feeling of knowing you're going to die, die slowly, and there was nothing you could do about it, had ruined my life.

"Fight for your life, Nina. Don't let go." Dr. Primson sighed, standing up from her leather chair.

"That's all, for this session. Thank you for your time, Nina." Dr. Primson smiles at me and I nodded as I passed her.

Walking out of the room, filled with my secrets and haunting, incurable thoughts, I stared at the floor not trusting my burning eyes to see another living being without bursting to tears.

My body crashed into another as a pair of arms snaked around my waist. I buried my head into their shoulder and my knees buckled beneath me. I wouldn't be standing if this person's arms weren't holding me up.

They gently pushed me off their shoulder to look at my face and I felt the lump in my throat rise.

"Are you okay, Nina?"

When Spencer asked me those three simple words my world fell apart.

I sobbed into his shoulder violently, my lips quivering.

"What's wrong?" Spencer held me against him and wouldn't let go.

"I'm terrified, Spencer. You want to know what's wrong? I'm so scared of the future. We don't even know what'll happen and I don't even know if I'll be able to live to see next yea-"

"Shh, it's okay. Just let it out, Nina. I'm here for you." He ran his fingers through my hair as I closed my eyes and laid my head on his shoulder.

"If you think about cupcakes and puppies, I think you'll find you'll feel much better." Spencer whispered in my ear and I laughed shakily.

"Spencer Linn, are secretly five years old?" My voice wavered and he pulled back to smile at me.

"Maybe, but don't tell anyone." Spencer shushed me and I pushed the strangely charming boy away from me. I walked away but not before seeing Dr. Primson's secret smile from behind the front desk.

|•|

It was two days later and I was waiting for Spencer in the waiting room.

I was still in my pajamas and my hair was a frizzy bob but frankly, I couldn't care less.

Spencer had told me we were going to find frozen yogurt and whether I was going to get dressed or stay in pajamas, he didn't care.

He said he would even drag me out of bed if he had to. And he would probably have to, in this case.

Today has been a bad day.

I've been sick, really sick. I couldn't stop vomiting. The doctors said I had lost six pounds in three days. My bones were feeling weak and ached every time I moved.

This all resulted me in getting put in a wheel chair.

I looked down at my phone, checking the time, anxiously. I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed to leave, since they technically didn't give me permission to leave the hospital.

I sighed and stared at the grey and blue carpet beneath my new set of wheels. When I looked up, a girl had sat down in the chair next to me.

She had a red coat on that was drenched, probably due to the rain. When she removed the hood, she looked around nervously and glanced at me quickly, before looking down at her fiddling hands.

"It's a wet one out there." I tried to make conversation but she simply nodded.

I could tell she wasn't very keen on talking.

"I'm Nina, what's your name?" I tried again, this time with a large smile.

Maybe this was the positivity Dr.Primson was going on about.

Then, the girl did the strangest thing.
She pulled out her phone and started typing.

I thought she was just being rude, but when she was finished, she faced me and showed me the iPhone screen.

On the screen were the words:

'I'm Wynter.'

I stopped myself from asking why she didn't talk, because once I thought more about it, we're all here for a reason.

We're all screwed up somehow.

And If this was going to be my ray of sunshine, I, for one, was not going to let this opportunity pass me by.

AHHHH! Sorry for the long wait!!
I have so many exams this week, it's actually frightening.
Thanks for your patience!
Did ya'll read some familiar names? ;)
THANKS FOR READING!
- Ely

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