Tulips

“Don't forget abt me,” Peter joked as he hung up after talking all night. He found it hard. The only thing keeping him from insanity was the beeping of the heart monitor telling him she's ok,  her talking and the soft breathing while she’s sleeping. Thinking about those keeps his mind off the worst thing  he had ever witnessed; when the dyspnea hit hard at the movies he called an ambulance, choking over his words barely even able to get them out, Although nurses assured him shed he fine and told him to leave, he held her hand throughout the whole night. Not sleeping just in case, he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway any little noise would send him into a silent ‘is she ok!?’ frenzy. If anyone asked what his biggest fear was, whether or not he would tell the truth. That’s his biggest fear, losing her.

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Peter's girlfriend Ivy has lung cancer, she was diagnosed when she was six. She had to get chemotherapy, so she lost all her hair. It was the worst thing ever at first. I mean she was 6 of course it would feel like the worst thing in the world. Her hair started growing back recently, It's an almost black, brown and just at her shoulders. She has dark brown sparkly eyes and Peters sure that she's the prettiest girl in the entire universe.

They met the year before in the start of April when he came to the hospital because his cousin,  Sam, was getting surgery.

She was in the room next to his cousin. Peter went in and met her for the first time presenting her with a beautiful yellow tulip –which he nipped from his cousin's small, dull hospital room– Ivy smiled weakly

“hello”

“Hi….. that's my middle name”

“What!?” he said in disbelief “your middle name’s hello!? That's unfortunate- oh you mean tulips!”

“Yeah my mums persian and laleh is persian for tulip”

“Oh that makes sense”

“Im ivy”

“Pleasure to meet you Ivy Laleh, my name’s Peter John” putting on a ‘british’ accent and bowing he smirked up at her on her hospital bed and said “why are you in the hospital?”

“Cancer, that's why my hair’s so short.” she pointed up at her short curly hair that looked the same length as Eleven’s from stranger thing season 2

“Oh……. are you ok?”

“Yeah,kinda worn out though”

“What's it like”

“What's what like, oh the cancer”

“Yeah”

“Shitty, very very shitty.”

“Damn”

“I cant breath a lot of the time”

“Oh wow that sucks…” he pauses a while “Can I get your number?” he said anxious she’d say no

“Oh yeah sure”

Phew~

Their conversation continued on for an hour until peter went home with his heart racing.

That night Peter's eyes felt heavy but he couldn't fall to sleep. Thinking on and on about the fact that she could die at any time. Although it's kinda dark and he’d barely met her it worried her- he'd never thought about this kinda thing before.

So he texted her;

Peter: hi couldn't sleep, still alive?

Ivy: baha yes couldn't sleep either

Peter: u all goog?

Ivy: yh but i gotta go a nurse usually comes round to check were asleep

Peter: ok bye

Ivy: byee

Ivy is offline