#lazaarvs

' i'm n-not drunk, i'm n-n-not gonna fall -- stop. ' & then just like that -- .. she falls.  ' oops. fuuck. '

                           ❛ ——— Can I help you? ❜                                           ❛ You do seem lost. ❜

          ❝ what just happened?                      explain. right now. ❞

                  ❝ do you have the governor's                          permission to be in here? ❞  

     « ℑ » "Yes I'm a girl -- yes I own a bike.       Swallow your shock and move on." If one       more guy made a comment about how it       was too dangerous for a girl, she was going       to start swinging.

                    “ Sir, you've been  staring  for quite some time now. ”                                                      “ ———Is something  wrong? ”

Hazel wasn't paying attention to Patrick's prattling. Something else--no, someone else--had caught her eye. He was new or at least, she'd never seen him at the support group before. And he looked like he could have melted through the floor. She remembered how uncomfortable she'd been her first time here, and she felt bad for him.                             If only she knew he wasn't                             here for the cancer. Then it was time for introductions and she was called on first. She stood up, using the handle of her oxygen tank to support herself until she got used to being on her feet. ❝ Uh----- hi. I'm Hazel. I'm sixteen. Thyroid originally but with an impressive satellite colony in my lungs. And I'm o k a y. ❞                                             Except, really? She wasn't.