Hannah:















All Hannah had ever known were white washed walls, noisy monitors, blinding lights, and uncomfortable living situations. Since the age of fourteen, she had been living in and out of the hospital. Today was her eighteenth birthday.

Her brother Jake had stopped by earlier that day to drop off her birthday present. "I'll tell Andy to stop by later on if you want." He said, leaving the box wrapped in light blue paper on the side table by her bed. Even though she had never told him, Jake knew that Hannah had always had feelings for Andy, even when they were young kids.

Hannah shrugged. She didn't want to hint to Jake how badly she wanted to see Andy. "Sure, if he's up for it. I don't know why he would waste his time visiting a sickly girl like me."

"You're not sickly." Jake said.

"Yes I am, Jake. Look at me! My skin is all pale, I have oxygen tubes in my nose, I haven't brushed my hair or put on makeup in months. Andy wouldn't want to visit me. I'm just a girl with cancer." Hannah folded her arms across her chest and pouted. She knew Andy was genuine but she really didn't think he would be interested in visiting her.

"I'll call him up and see what he's doing. Have a great birthday, sis." He patted her arm and turned to leave.

She watched Jake walk out of the hospital room and weave through a few doctors and nurses passing by in the hallway. She sighed, pushing the metallic balloon away from her. She didn't want to be spending her eighteenth birthday in this hospital room.

The monitor next to her bed began beeping, causing her to jump slightly. Doctors came rushing in, turning off the machine and inspecting her in all sorts of ways.

"We need to get her down to CT scan, ASAP." One of the doctors said.

"What's going on?" Hannah struggled against the doctor's grasp.

No one would answer her. They just kept speaking in tongues. They spoke in a language she couldn't understand. They spoke the language of medicine.

She sat back and closed her eyes, waiting for the torture to be over. This was a typical day for her. The alarm on her monitor would go off, three or so doctors and nurses would rush in, take her somewhere in the hospital and never give her any answers to any of her questions.

After her CT scan, they brought her back to her room. Her mother stood outside with the head doctor. He held a clip board of dignity in his hands. The clip board signified status. The message on the clip board signified sadness.

She watched her mother's hands fly to cover her mouth as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Hannah knew this wasn't good. Her cancer must have gotten worse. They knew the doctor would tell her something like 'Your daughter only has three more months to live' or something like that.

The doctor dismissed himself and Hannah's mother approached her. "Hannah," The mother reached out to her daughter. She took her hand and sat on the bed.

"What's the bad news, Mom?" Hannah squeezed her mom's hand, bracing herself for the news that was about to come.

Her mother gulped back a fresh set of tears. "The doctors say you only have two weeks left. The cancer has completely taken over your body. You don't have much time left." Her mother burst into more tears and Hannah shed a few as well. But the thought of dying wasn't what scared her. The thought of never seeing Andy again scared her.

There was a knock on the door and Andy stood in the doorway. He flashed her that adorable crooked smile of his. "Is now not a good time?" He asked.

Her mother looked back at Andy and then back to Hannah. "I'll leave you two alone." She smiled at her daughter.

"Why was your mom crying?" Andy stepped further into the room.

Hannah shook her head. "It's not important." She said simply.

Andy shrugged and pulled a chair up close to her bed. He took her hand in his own and rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. "I know you like me, Hannah."

"Did Jake tell you? That little bitch." She cursed out her brother.

Andy laughed. "No, I could see it in your eyes." He looked into her blue orbs.She could feel her heart racing faster with everything Andy did. His touch, his voice, his gaze; he made her whole body go into shock. Her hands froze up and her eyes became tired.

"Hannah? Hannah can you hear me?" Andy stood up and hovered over her. He stroked her cheek with his hand as her eyes began to close. "No, Hannah, look at me." He pleaded.

She smiled as he said her name. "Andy?" She asked.

"Hannah, I'm right here. Don't leave me." He said, squeezing her hand. "Hey, I need help in here! Someone help!" Andy called out but no one seemed to be rushing to the rescue.

"Andy, it's okay. It's my time." Hannah said, letting go of his hand.

"Hannah, no!" Andy pleaded again. The line on her heart monitor dropped to a flat line.

Andy stood there in shock. Hannah had died in his arms. He unhooked her from all of the equipment and picked up her beautiful remains. He covered her frail body with a blanket and walked out of the hospital with his love in his arms.

Notes

Since three of you already subscribed to this but no one has submitted an "application" of sorts, I decided to do a sample story to hopefully encourage you guys to submit things :)