Wounds That Will Not Heal

"JoJo!" I ran to her bed and pulled her in a bear hug.
She started laughing. "Laura I'm okay." I pulled back and looked at her. "Really." She insisted.
I smiled.

I admire her strength. I always have. She is a very emotional person and you can easily make her tear up but she will never shed a tear in front of a person, not even me. But that's not how it's supposed to be. She needs to be able to cry and smile whenever she wants and I will make sure that happens.

"Did the doctor tell you..."
"Yea, he did." I felt my eyes watter. I shifted my gaze to the floor but then I remembered I need to be strong. For both of us. I looked up and forced a smile. "But everything will be okay. I promise."
"No." She said. "Don't promise me. You know you're bad at promises." She giggled. "Very baaad." When she saw my childish pout she started to giggle even more. "Like horrible."
"Okay I got it!" I stopped her.
"Sorry." She said. "I just wanted to point out that you are very, very, very bad at promises."
"I'm not that bad." I noted.
"No, no you're not." She sighed. "You just never promise things you know you can't keep."
"Exactly."
"But why did you promise now? You know there is a possibility that I will die. I don't want you to lie and promise me when you know you might not be able to keep it."
"There is a constant possibility that you will die. I'm not sick right now but it doesn't mean I won't or couldn't die at this very second!"
"But I am sick."
"Listen to me." I said firmly. "You will not die. We will fight this. I will be there with you as you have been with me all this time! And fine, I won't promise that you won't die but I will promise
that I will be here trough every step of the way." I smiled

"Thank you."