Letting Go Chpt. 28

[ruddiestbubbles]

The simplest moments are sometimes the best

"Alright, so I was thinking we start off with the planets and the stars." Dezeray says, grabbing a couple paint brushes; sticking a few in her pocket.

The children all look so excited, so happy, it warms her heart. She was so glad she could make them happy, make whatever was keeping them here a little easier. She smiled as she opened paint and poured some onto the trays they had provided.

"Can you guys paint the stars?"

"Yeah!" Came the children's reply.

She laughed as she watched them start painting 'stars' which were realistically small blobs of gold-yellow. She got to work, drawing out big circles with a pencil and sketching a very basic ideas for each planet. The sketching itself took a long time, and, by the time she was done, the kids had finished all the stars. It was around dinnertime, and the kids were covered in paint.

"Alright guys, why don't you go get cleaned up for dinner."

Most head out of the room, but Sammy stayed behind. "Aren't you coming Dez?"

"Naw, I'm gonna stay here and work; don't worry about me."

"You sure?"

"Positive." Dezeray says with a kind smile, which reached her mismatched blue-green eyes.

"Alright, bye Dez."

"Bye Sammy." Dezeray waves to the young girl as she heads from the room.


She continued to work for hours. She was covered in paint, but she felt successful, the room was looking positively wonderful. She really hoped the kids would like it; she wanted to see them smile through the pain of their illnesses. She wanted to see them happier than she was at their age.

"Hey Dezeray." Came a soft, child's voice.

"Hey Sammy, whatcha doing?"

"I brought you dinner; thought you might be hungry."

"Thanks." Dezeray says with a smile, accepting the plate of food from Sammy and sitting on the floor.

Sammy sits down across from her. "Why are you here in the hospital?"

"My boyfriend and I were in a car crash."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he is now."

"How old are you Dez?"

"I'm sixteen."

"Wow! I'm only ten."

That's brings a smile to Dezeray's face. "If its okay that I ask, why are you here?" She asks, becoming much more serious.

"I was diagnosed with Leukemia."

"How long have you been here?"

"Only two months."

"Wow, I couldn't imagine being stuck here for that long."

"It's not that bad, I get to go home occasionally, but things have been getting worse lately."

"You're gonna beat this though."

"I am! Nothing can stop me!" Sammy says triumphantly with a huge grin.

Dezeray smiles fondly at the young girl, who was so full of hope. "Where do you live, near here I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, I live in downtown."

"Cool, I live just outside of there, but I used to live on the west coast."

"Wow, really? What's it like there?"

"It's usually really sunny and warm. The beaches are beautiful, especially when the sun is setting."

"Are you ever gonna go back there?"

"I dunno, maybe one day I will."

"Do you miss it?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but I love it here."

"I like it here too."

"It's getting late Sammy, you should probably head to bed."

Sammy pouts. "You probably should too!" She giggles.

"You're absolutely right, its my bed time too." Dezeray says with a laugh.

Dezeray and Sammy headed from the, now painted, room. They split ways with a smile and a wave. Dezeray walked to the elevator and hit a few buttons, sending it back to her own floor. She knew she could probably leave at any point; she knew she would be fine with not being here. Maybe they thought she was still suicidal, she pondered that thought briefly, but she wasn't, not really at least. As long as MC was okay, she would be okay.

She knew that beyond everything and anything, MC was her north star, the thing to always guide her home. He was the one and only thing to keep her alive, to keep her sane, to make sure she was actually okay. He was literally her everything, and she wasn't sure how, or if, she could live without him, but thankfully, she didn't have to find that out. She stopped by MC's room, knocking lightly before entering.

"What's so funny?" Dezeray questions as she hears MC's beautiful laughter.

"You look Hilarious covered in paint." Was MC's reply.

Dezeray sent him a half hearted glare, but couldn't help but smile as she approached her boyfriend, who she cared about more than anything in the world; she loved more than anything. MC patted the bed beside him, scooting over to make room for her.

"The doc said not to be in the bed with you..." Dezeray says unsurely.

"Eh, I say its fine." MC says with a smile. "I just wanna hold you close."

Dezeray can't help but smile as she moves to snuggle with her boyfriend.

"So why are you covered in paint?" MC questions curiously.

"Amelia asked me to paint the new playroom for the kids."

"Amelia? Kids?"

"Amelia is the director of the charity they run here, it helps raise money for the kids here, some of it goes to medical research, some to the medication if families can't afford it, and some goes to keeping the kids happy while they're here in the hospital."

"That's wonderful, Dezzy."

"It was a lot of fun, the kids are so nice, especially Sammy, she's so sweet and hopeful."

"I'm guessing you had a good day then?"

"I did indeed, how was yours?"

"My parents visited today, and I slept a bunch, so I'd say, pretty successful all around."

"Sounds very successful to me."

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound MC's rhythmic heart beat in Dezeray's ear. "I'm really glad you're okay." She whisper, holding MC impossibly close.

"I'm glad I'm okay too, I couldn't imagine being without you."

"I don't think I could be without you."

"You don't have to be."

"I know."

Dezeray feels herself slipping into sleep, tired from the tiring, but successful, day she'd had. She was far too tired and too comfortable to leave, so she let MC's heartbeat sooth her to sleep.

"I love you Dezeray, always." MC murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on Dezeray's head.

"Love ya too." Came Dezeray's sleepy reply.