You were in the hospital quite a lot. You had an illness that required a lot of hospital trips. A lot.

You were in the hospital again for treatment and your parents were unable to visit so they sent you a “Get Well Soon” balloon. You took that balloon everywhere.

Until a couple hours ago when a boy with a choppy mohawk ran past you and snatched the balloon from your hand while you were walking through the halls.

The door to your room and a nurse entered, pushing a little boy in. You noticed he had that stupid choppy mohawk he had earlier and a cast on his arm as well as your balloon.

“The nurses are making me say sorry.” He mumbled as he avoided your gaze.