The Ones Left Waiting

You know when someone gets sick? Isn't everyone's first thought automatically about them? Worrying about them, wondering if they're okay? Of course, this is how it should be. But sometimes we forget the people closest to the patient: their best friend, their boyfriend, their brother? How does it affect them?

Jackie Bianco has a brain tumor. She has mere months to live, unless a miracle occurs. But this is not her story. This is the story of Daniel, her twin brother, who needs his calm sister to keep him under control. This is the story of Mia, her best friend, who is like a lost soul without her partner in crime. And this is the story of Firth, the love of Jackie's life, who will surely die without her.

This is the story of the people sitting in the waiting room, the people with nothing left to do but worry. The ones left waiting for news, good or bad.

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13. Firth

What with of Daniel’s and Mia’s drama and Daniel’s sudden, terrifying turn to self-harm; I decided we all needed a break. We’d bottled up all these unbearable feelings and kept them under wraps, because in our small town, everyone knew about everything. So I booked a trip to the one city where you can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear you.
That’s right. We went to New York.
Daniel and Mia called a temporary truce in their feud, and we headed up one Saturday. We went to see the musical “Wicked” at the Gershwin Theatre on Broadway. To prepare for this cultural experience, we painted our faces bright green and Daniel, who is planning on becoming a photographer, took about a million pictures, which were later tacked up on Jackie’s bedposts. The musical was phenomenal. One song, “Loathing”, reminded me strongly of Daniel and Mia.

Afterwards, we went to the 911 memorial. I remembered Miss. Dermott and her teenaged brother and sent up a silent prayer for him. Daniel half-heartedly teased me for tearing up, but I could tell he felt sorrowful too. Mia was thoughtful.
“You know,” she said,
“All of our everyday problems seem ridiculous when you see something like this.”
I pretended not to notice the pointed look she sent to Daniel.
For dinner we went to the Hard Rock Café and then ambled around the night time streets. I gazed up at the light-up Empire State Building and felt my heart ache. How I wished Jackie could have been with us.

On the bus ride home, Mia fell asleep, leaning heavily on Daniel. I smirked at him from the other side of the bus.
“Aww.” I cooed.
“Shut up.” He muttered, scowling.
“Fiyero hated Elphaba, remember?” I said, quoting “Wicked”
“You seriously need to stop! Don’t play match-maker, Firth!”
“How come you don’t wake her up, then?” I retorted.
“Go on; wake up the sleeping peaceful girl who is asleep in your arms.”
He straightened, as if to stir Mia, and then slumped back again.
“I can’t.”
“Of course you can. You just won’t.”
Mia sighed in her sleep and nestled even closer to Daniel.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” He muttered, fully putting his arm around her and making her more comfortable. I burst out laughing.
“This is too ironic.” I said, biting back another grin.
“You act like you totally detest her, but in reality, it’s actually the complete opposite!”
Daniel flipped me off and earned us a disapproving stare from an elderly lady sitting in front of us.

About halfway home, Mia woke up. She immediately froze when she realized whose arms she was wrapped up in. Daniel hurriedly let go of her and she scrambled over to my side of the bus. Mia cleared her throat and shoved her earphones in, blushing. I smirked at Daniel, humming,
“Loathing! There’s a strange exhilaration in such total detestation!”
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