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by Kathy
Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Contest Entry · #1937923
A couple spend their anniversary at a hospital with the wife diagnosed with cancer
Clark entered the hospital with another bouquet of white peonies, her favorite type of flowers and a box with a diamond earrings inside. The smell of rubbing alcohol and the meat loaf in cafeteria filled his nostrils. He carried them to the front desk and smiled at the nurse behind the counter. She wore her usually scrubs, the ones with the Charlie Brown characters all over them.
"Good morning, Mr. Peterson." She said as he walked in.. He generously waved at her, passing by. He visited her every morning since she was in the hospital. His eyes wandered through each room he had passed, looking at the other patients. His flip flops echoed through the hospital as they slapped against the tile floor.

"What are you doing up so early?" he inquired tenderly as he entered her room. Even though she had dark circles under her eyes and looked worse than ever, she smiled back at her husband.

"I couldn't sleep and it's not that early. It's only 1:00 p.m.." She said lightly. One o'clock was early for her because she usually sleeps to 3. Her voice was always so graceful and had a little touch of sweetness. She could never harm a fly, the saying kill them with kindness actually applies to her. She was the love of his life and would soon be gone, out of his grasp. His eyes started to tear up at the thought of her being gone one day.

"I brought you a present." He said handing her a red box tied together with a white bow and replacing the old white peonies with the new ones in his hand.

"You didn't have to get me anything." She said through a faint smile.

"I insist." He planted a kiss on her forehead and brushed his hair down. She had long brown hair that she loved dearly. She didn't want chemotherapy because she wanted him to remember her as beautiful as she was when they got married. Even if she did chemo, she would be suffering to watch him in even more pain. She already was causing enough. She smiled when she saw the diamond earrings staring back at her. "Put them on." He said chuckling at her. She reached her dainty and fragile hands in the box and pulled the earrings out, placing them in her own ears. He rummaged through the room for a mirror and finally found one under the sink. He pulled it out and handed it to her. Her smiled faded a little bit when she saw a nappy headed woman with red puffy eyes and chapped lips looking at her. No matter how unappealing she looked, she still looked gorgeous to Clark. She then focused on her ears and smiled again. He always loved her smile, it could light the darkest cave.

"I love them." She said reaching over to him, kissing him softly on the lips. There was a knock on the opened door.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" The doctor said smiling. They both shook their heads. "Ok," She said stepping in the room. "I have some news." She said trying hide her hopelessness but they could still see in her face her emotion, she failed.

"What's wrong, Dr. Green?" He said sitting down next to his wife.

"The problem is, Mrs. Peterson won't be living much longer. She has at least 24 hours," the doctor revealed calmly. "I'm sorry." She then exited the room, leaving Clark in a state of shock. He felt as though his heart had been torn out of his chest and stomped on. How was he expected to pick up the pieces? It felt like the time when he was 10 and he was at his friend's house. They decided to play fight which escalated into real fighting. His friend grew with anger and pushed him on the hard wood floor. Clark laid there not being able to breath like he got the wind knocked out of him. That's how he felt now, unable to breath. He slowly rose from the hospital bed, not making eye contact with his wife, dragging his feet across the tile to the sink. He felt light headed and queasy, he lost color of his face and just looked helpless. He took deep breaths over the sink, he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. He gathered his emotions and finally had the courage to face his wife. She was still sitting straight up on the hospital bed but her head was now in her hands. She cried softly which made him forget all about his nausea and all he wanted to do was be there for her. He put his emotions aside and comforted her.

"It's okay. We can still make it a great day." He sniffled. She clung to his shirt and cried harder. "I love you and I will make this day be the best. What would you like to do?" He said holding her face in both of his hands staring down into her blue eyes.

"I don't want to die in this damn hospital." She raised her voice.

"Okay. We will get you out of here." He said. He handed her the emergency bag that had her makeup and a change of clothes if they were ever going to be released from the hospital. "Quickly." He said as she dressed into white shorts and a blue v neck. She slipped on her flip flops and brushed her hair quickly. He took a wheelchair from the hallway and brought it in the room. He helped her into the chair and snuck her out to the elevator. Luckily, no one got in with them. They stopped on the lobby floor and the nurse in the front looked at them.

"Where are you two going?" She raised an eyebrow at them. They froze in their spots and sadly looked at her. "Oh, I understand. Don't mind me I didn't see anything." They let a sigh of relief and left the hospital. He helped her out of the wheelchair and into the car. They quickly drove out of the hospital parking lot so no one could stop them. They had left a note to the doctor about them leaving and an apology.

"Now where to?" He said smiling at her.

"I don't know. I'm still a little shocked and hungry." She said as her stomach growled. He started driving toward McDonald's. "I haven't had any outside food in almost a year." She smiled.

"A big mac with a medium fry and diet coke?" He asked. She nodded and rubbed his arm.

"You always know what I want." She kissed him on the cheek lightly. He pulled up to the window and ordered. She impatiently waited for her food and was practically bouncing in her seat. They laughed together, it had been a long time since they actually laughed like that. The lady handed him the food that he passed over to her. She vigorously tore opened the bag and chomped down on her food. He watched as she ate her food like she hadn't eaten in days.

"Now where?" He said.

"I want to go to the beach." She smiled like a little kid. He nodded even though they were two hours away. They started driving and she fell asleep. He watched her, she had a glow when she slept. It was angelic. His hand touched her face lightly and brushed her hair out of her face. They drove in silence all the way up to the beach. He shook her gently to wake her up. She yawned like a little kitten and her eyes twinkled like the stars. "We here?" She asked stretching her arms.

"Yeah. Let's go." He said. he exited the car and opened the door for her as she walked out. "No, no. I will carry you to the beach." He said as he picked her up bridal style and carried her down the steps to the beach. He walked in the sand to the spot he wanted and gently laid her down on the sand. She giggled hysterically as he clasped down on the ground. She scurried up on her feet and ran to the water, splashing her feet. He followed her to the water and laughed along. She ended up tackling him in the waves and getting them both soaked.

"Clark, I want to at least live until sunset. My last sunset." She said looking down at him on the sand as waves slowly reaching their chests. He pushed back a strand of wet hair the dangled down on his face. His fingers lingered behind her ear, running his finger over her new earrings. Their eyes meet and she knew for the first time what it was to be in love. He pressed his lips on her forcefully, he wanted her. He needed her. He pulled her closer to him as they kissed. Tears streamed down her face onto his as his hands held her tighter. It was almost sunset and he didn't want to let go. Finally they broke away from the everlasting kiss that they wanted to remember forever. She got herself off of him and got comfortable on the sand. They watched the waves and listened to the ocean waves crash on shore. She took in a deep smell of ocean air for it would be her last. The sun slowly went down and all she could imagine was the happiness they spent together. Suddenly there was a surge of pain that shot through her body to her chest. She clasped on the ground, her eyes wide with fear and pain. Tears ran down her face involuntarily as she held Clark's hand.

"It's going to be alright. I am here for you." He said soothingly even though he wanted to throw a tantrum for having to say good bye. "I will be heart broken but I'll manage. You just shimmy your way to the golden gates." He said making fun of her dancing. They both managed a laugh through tears.

"You are the first man I ever loved." She said squeezing his hand tighter. He kissed her hand as she started to close her eyes.

"L is for the way you looked at me." He started to sing to her. It's their wedding song that she loved and that was all that mattered to him. "O is for the only one I see."

"V is very very extraordinary." She sang softly as the tightness around Clark's hand loosened. Her hand fell off of his hitting the sand and everything was numb. Her chest stopped moving and her heart stopped beating. She was gone.

"Love was made for me and you." He said hoarsely. "I love you, Tracy." He said kissing her on the forehead. He slid the wedding ring off her finger. He stared at the diamond and swore he saw her smile when he first gave it to her. He looked at it one last time before he chucked it as far as he could into the ocean. She would have wanted it there. He slowly picked her up and carried her to the car to take her home.
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