The Crickets Have Arthritis

I woke up and rubbed my eyes, I looked at the clock, once again beating my alarm at waking me up. I dragged myself out of bed and I grabbed my pale green scrubs the hospital provided me with and brushed my mess of hair that's on my head and look at myself in the mirror. The green contrasting somewhat nicely with my skin.
I lace up my black converse and grab my keys and walk out into the cold atmosphere, dew coating my Car as I open the door and get in the drivers side and start my car. I drive to the hospital, I was being reassigned today. Cancer unit. I pull into the parking spot labeled 'volunteers only' on it and turn off my car and walk inside and to the front desk, being meet with receptionist, August.
"Morning August." I greet her with a small smile.
"Morning Gee." She smiled back, "you'll find your new file with your patient in it in the staff room." She informed me.
"Thank you." I say and walk the brightly lit hallway and into the staff room, grabbing my name tag and file.
I open it and I'm surprised at what I see

Name: Louis M. Iero
D.O.B. 11/24/05
Date admitted: 2/16/13
Condition: Terminal leukemia

I take a deep breath and close the folder and my eyes, calming myself, nine years old, and dying of cancer. I walk down the maze of hallways and to the room 322 and i look into the window in the door and watch. The almost bald head with the skin and bones frame speaks volumes. The gameboy and feather pillow booms like they're trying to make him feel at home cause he's gonna be here awhile, and he wears starwars pajamas.
I watch a tattooed man, who i assume to the father of Louis, laughing, a glorious sound, I push the door open and take a few steps inside. Their beautiful laughter stops and their heads turn toward me
"Dad, whose this?"

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