What it means to live

It's been a week I keep deteriorating and withering away and Frank hasn't come back. I stare up at the ceiling hooked up again with the bucket my gaze only parting from the carefully painted fairies to vomit. I haven't seen my mom either maybe she knows I've become hopeless my death is immenant. The nurse unhooks me and I lay back closing my eyes. I watch the boys from a week ago pass by my room. They're here for Frank. This sucks. I sigh and turn over before sitting up and coughing violently I couldn't breathe pressing the nurse call button panickedly and a nurse comes running in. Then a few more and a doctor rush in trying to alleviate the situation they can't they begin to move the bed as I shift in an attempt to get air finally able to get the most but I'm just wheezing painfully we pass by Frank and he stands. "What's going on with her?" Funny he actually sounds like he cares. I close my eyes. I blank. I reawaken I'm in the ICU. A machine is helping me breathe a bag collects fluid from my lungs I look over to see Frank sitting in the chair beside my bed. I reach out to him and faintly touch him watching him stir. He smiles and I manage a weak smile back. "Your life just sucks doesn't it?" He asks laughing.

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