Teenager Monologue

After a long and silent drive to the hospital, I make my way up to his room, down the empty hallways, up the elevators, until I reach the Intensive Care unit; The highest unit of care in a hospital setting. This is where you are.
I extend my hand and curl my fingers around the handle.
I hesitate in front of the door.
Then I proceed.
You’re lying on the hospital bed, much like before, hooked up to the machines that work their hardest to try to help make the last of your life possible. You’re wearing nothing but an off white, Thin hospital gown and a pair of blue pants. I have to wear special garb too, to protect myself from the disease— Your disease.
Though now it’s not really your disease.
It’s seeped into your blood and spread throughout
Before you wrote your musical, before you got to join that big ten band.
But you didn’t yet know of your fate, and that was an entirely different level of sadness.
I’m going to be the one to break the news to you.
“Well, Miah…” I squeeze your hand. I almost don’t want to tell you the truth. I don’t want you to be sad.
“You’re not going to be able to make it home… Ever.” A tear hangs bitterly on the lid of my eye, though I refuse to cast it.
“This infection is going to kill you. I’m so sorry, they’ve tried everything, and nothing seems to work...
You appear disappointed, but not very surprised.
“Well...At least I won’t have to suffer this anymore… maybe it’s...for the better good…”
“Miah…” My vision is becoming blurry from the tears filling up in my eyes.
“Don’t think like that!”
“I’m sorry… but I think they’re right...I don’t want to have to suffer this any more. I barely sleep here… I get tangled in my IV tubes… The screaming in other rooms is so haunting, it keeps me up at night, and there are nights when my fever spikes, and nights when the pain gets to be too much. I can’t believe that I’m saying this but...I don’t really mind…I know you’ve always wanted me to be happy. I’m very sick though, and not happy at all here. They did their best, but this is an intense infection. It takes such high doses of strong, strong medication. I’ve been told that the antibiotics that are used to treat
We talked about ourselves.
Hours and hours flew by, and we talked, until I checked the clock on the wall.
“It’s almost time for me to go.”
“Promise you won’t forget about me?”
“Miah, nobody could ever forget about you. Trust me.”
“I don’t know if that’s an insult or a compliment.”
“You better believe me, it’s a compliment.”
“So, I guess this is goodbye…”
I nod quietly.
“Here, can you hand me my dandelion?”
“Your dandelion?”
“My dandelion.” You gesture to the dandelion puff I’d left on the bedside table. I pick it up and hand it to you.
“But I thought you said you’re too sick to blow the dandelion.”
“Can...Can you blow it for me?”
“Okay. Get ready. Do you have your wish?”
You nod.
“Okay. Three...Two… Wait, wait, wait wait.”
I open the window so the seeds can be scattered even further.
“Three...Two...One!”
You close your eyes and make a wish, and I blow on the dandelion’s head of seeds.
“Thanks.” You say.
“Anything for you, Miah.” I lean over you and wrap my arms around you gently. Then I stand up and turn my back to walk away.
“One more thing…” I hear you call.
“Can you tuck me in?”
“Oh,