Today was one of your better days. You felt okay, actually was able to get up and move around, though it was getting harder and harder every day. Or rather wheel around in your case. So far, one of the worst things about having a brain tumor was that you couldn’t walk anymore, which basically ruined most of what you enjoyed. Soccer and swimming, two of your favorite hobbies were now off the table. Though it wasn’t like you could do anything he enjoyed anymore in the first place.

You hated being in the hospital. You wanted to fucking leave, but that’d probably never happen. You were going to die in this bed, staring at the tile ceiling, smelling the awful smell of antiseptic until the end, and that was a fact. You couldn’t even go home, like any other terminal person would. Doctors said it was too risky because of how severe and frequent his seizures were or some shit.

Another reason why you was in a decent mood today, was because he got to see Leon again. You both loved and hated when Leon came to visit. Loved it because you got to see Leon, but hated it because it only served to remind you of all you were going to miss in your kid’s life. People like you didn’t cry, at least in front of others. But every time Leon left, you would sob like a baby.

You didn’t even want to know how Leon felt.

Your eyes dart away from the TV that was playing some soccer match, only serving to make you feel more miserable than you already was, and to the door when it opened, a small grin spreading across your face. “There’s my baby.” You tried to keep your tone light, tried to seem like nothing was wrong as Leon walked inside the room. You just wanted to have a happy day with Leon.