That One Guy - Chapter 22

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Emmalyn didn't return like she said she would, only leaving Mitchell apologizing for her, but I understood why she did what she did. If it was Emmalyn in my position, I would have done the same thing.

It was 4 hours before the surgery and I was nowhere near ready, mentally ready. It wasn't until then that it hit me that I would be undergoing surgery that could potentially last for hours and a chance I won't survive it.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Alex says walking in with a bunch of flowers.

"Hey," I smile. "Been better."

He walks over to the left of my bed and places the flowers on the table before giving me a kiss on the cheek. The flowers were beautiful; there were variations of flowers and colors in there.

"Thanks, they're beautiful." I said as I was being attracted by the colors.

"Well, beautiful things for the beautiful lady."

"Stop it, you're going to make me look like a tomato." I growl at him jokingly.

"A cute tomato." Alex responds.

Just then someone opens the door and walks in. Alex's reaction was almost immediate, his face turned from smiling into a scary cold face.

"What are you doing here?" Alex says raising his voice.

"Uh... I... I just came to see how Sam was going." Dylan replies with little confidence.

"I thought I told you to stay away." Alex says gritting his teeth together.

"I'll ju-" Dylan says as he turns around. I stop him.

"Don't leave." I turn to Alex. "I said he could come."

"You what?!" Alex turns to me instantly giving me a cold look.

I sigh and turn to Dylan and give him a look saying, "Give me a few minutes."

He quickly understands and turns around and walks back out of the door.

"Why did you ask him to come back!?" Alex asks as soon as Dylan was gone.

"I talked to him the other day after you ran off."

"You what?" Alex says shocked.

"Alex, he's your brother." I protested.

"No he's not! Not after what he's done!"

"He was drunk; he didn't know what he was doing."

"Sam, what if he had raped you that night, huh? What if he had fucking killed you that night?" Alex said sharply.

"But he didn't."

"Sam, he could've." He answers softly.

I sigh, this isn't going anywhere. I look away from him and stare at white walls on my right. Alex sighs softly and I hear his footsteps walking around me. He walks right into my view and stares at me. He takes my hand and grips it tightly.

"Sam, I can't forgive him for what he did to you, I can't even bear to look at him."

"But he's your brother and if I can forgive him, can't you?" I say giving him look saying "please".

"Sam," Alex sighs, "I just don't get how you can just forgive him so easily."

I smile a little at his comment. "How would you get anything done if you didn't forgive anyone who you've ever had problems with?"


"Please. Alex, he's your brother, you best friend for God's sake!" I interrupt.
Alex stays quiet and let's go of my hand. He gets up and turns around to face the wall.

"Please." I beg, "Just talk to him."

The room stays quiet for a while.

"For me?" I add on.

Alex then suddenly sighs in defeat.

"Fine, but I can't guarantee anything." He says turning back towards me.

"it's a start."


The nurses are now preparing me for the surgery, within minutes I will be wheeled off into a surgical room with scalpels and things getting ready to find and remove the tumors in me. Martha's giving me smiles of support, but that's just what her smiles say, her eyes tell me a completely different story. Alex disappeared a while before, hopefully to talk to Dylan.


The bed now starts to slowly move out of the room, Martha gripping my hands while she holds back her tears. I wished I could tell her that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn't tell her something that I didn't believe in.

I was now out of my room, and being pushed down an unfamiliar hallway. My heart starts to beat faster and faster as my nerves start to get to me. I try the breathing technique Mitchell taught me once before a swim race when we were 8.

Breathe in, hold, and breathe out. Breathe in, hold, and breathe out. Breathe in, hold, and breathe out.

"Sam!" I hear Alex's voice yell.

"Alex." My voice squeaked.

I feel tears pricking my eyes and dripping down the sides of my eyes.

"I just need you to know, I like you... a lot and I'll be waiting for you, every single minute of the day."

"I like you too." I smile faintly. He looked like he was about to tear up soon which was a sight that I would never have imagined.

The bed continued to move down and then I was pushed into a room that gave me an instant discomfort.

"I'll be waiting." Alex's voice was the last thing I heard before I was pushed into this empty room, separating Alex and me.

They put a mask on me, so I was breathing whatever was in that tube connecting to the mask. It smelt a little bit like chocolate, I must be hallucinating. 30 seconds later, my eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier. I struggle to keep my eyes open, scared that I won't make it, but eventually I give in. I let this chocolaty gas take over me making me sleep, maybe an eternal sleep, who knows?

But for now, I've just been put into a short sleep and we can only hope... hope that I wake up.


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Published: 6/21/2012
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