I spent a lot of my time at the hospital today which I wish I hadn't. I was so tired.
But that boy was there again as he has been every day since June when I first mentioned him. It was early morning when I saw him, when he stumbled into his room and practically threw himself on his chair. I watched him narrow his eyes at the doctor in frustration and then the same girl from before lean over and grasp both sides of his face in her hands. She said something to him in which he went to argue but she had pressed her lips against his. His fingers had curled into the arms of the chair as if to contain himself from doing more. I'm not sure. But I watched them set him up on dialysis and then watched the girl start talking to him. She left though and his face had fallen into deep sadness almost as he read his book that he pulled out of his AFI bag. I had thought quickly.
I had gotten off my bed and bounded over to my mother's bag she keeps with her. I have times where I can't talk though I'm not sure why. My white rabbit was watching me curiously as I pulled the white erase board out and wrote a very bold and clear, "HI!" in a red colored marker.
I then walked to the glass that divided our rooms and tapped on it. He looked up instinctively with a confused look on his face. I held the board up against the glass and smiled hugely at him. He seemed to laugh and mouthed "Hello" back at me. I grinned happily to have him do something lively since I had seen him. He smiled at me before looking back down at whatever book he occupied himself with.
It wasn't much, what I did today. But at least it was something. Maybe I should talk to him.