![]() “calm down sweetheart I can’t understand you like this. she tries to explain everything while she is crying but you don’t understand anything of it. “I’m not mad at you Lexa I promise, I just want to help.” At your calm and soothing words, Lexa can’t help but cry again. “Why did you run away from home sweetheart?” you feel her shrink into. “because I ran away and am probably going to die now.” Being a little shocked hearing her tell you she ran away. Over this short time, you had gotten emotionally attached. “why not sweetheart?” you hope she trusts you enough to talk to you. “no it isn’t.” her voice sounds hollow and you are a little confused at her solemn state. I know that you probably won’t believe me when I tell you when everything is going to be okay but it is.” You promise, making her face fall. Kids at the group home rather liked to avoid her because she was different. She had never met anybody who had the same thing she had. “you had the same thing I have.” Lexa looks up at you with big round eyes. What you had told Lexa you hadn’t even told your teammates. “because Lexa I too have had Leukaemia when I was a kid, so I’m speaking out from experience when I say it seems like you are alone in the world but you are not.” It was like a weight fell off your shoulder. Not many people knew so much about cancer. ![]() “how do you know that?” her question is innocent and expected. It takes her a couple of minutes to completely calm down but soon enough she is speaking again. It makes you a warrior.” You tell her, believing every word of it. That doesn’t make you weak, do you know what that makes you?” you feel her shake her head in your shoulder, but feel her calming down. The chubbiness is because of all the steroids you get in your therapy and the reason you are feeling weak is that you are waging an internal battle. At the same time, you want to cry with her and yell at the people who made her feel that way. I am fat, ugly and weak.” Lexa sobs into your shoulder. People fear what they don’t understand and kids can be cruel when they sense something is different.” You rock her back and forth to calm her down. She immediately buries her face in your shoulder and latches onto you with a weak grip. You also grab the disinfectant from your bag before you pick her up. Not being able to take it anymore you shrug off your hoodie leaving you in a clean T-shirt. “When I tell people they look in their eyes changes and they suddenly don’t want to play with me anymore.” Lexa sobs tears now freely falling down her cheeks. You wanted to soothe her but didn’t want to put her in any more danger. “why would I think you’re weird? Getting sick isn’t something you choose.” You saw tears gather in her eyes at your words and if your heart could break any more it would know. “don’t you think I’m weird?” Lexa asks you in a small voice, breaking your heart. When people knew they always looked at her strangle and with pity or they would just avoid her like she had some contagious disease. Lexa looks up at you when you don’t ask questions or look at her weird. As a kid, you hated nothing more than talking to an adult and them not listening to you while you were confused. My blood hase to get drawn a lot.” Hearing the word fall makes you pause, you had your suspicion it was some kind of cancer but for it to be leukaemia it hits close to home.Īt her age, you probably couldn’t have explained it any better and you tell her as much. I only know I get very sick from it and to get better I have to stay in the hospital. “I think they called it leukaemia but I don’t know what that means. “Lexa if I may be blunt can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but what else did the doctors tell you?” Lexa looks a little bit surprised at your question but when she looks into your eyes and sees nothing but kindness she relaxes again. Everything mentioned is from my own experience as may not apply to everybody. things are revealed and big decisions are made. Summary: (Y/N) has taken Lexa inside to warm her up.
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