Post by Reno Sundown on Nov 18, 2014 22:54:07 GMT -6
Blinked. "The name is Reno, not, Frank? Heck, who the heck is Frank?" He shook his head and stood up. Making sure the Original had left the building, he made his way to the small clinic in back of the shelter. There were only four beds and all but one were empty. Nodding to the nurse he had hired to sit watch, he made his way across the small room.
Walking over to the last bed, he knelt down next to it and brushed his fingers through dark hair. The young woman lying there opened bloodshot, dark brown eyes. Eyes that once matched the chocolate tone of her skin. Now it was ashen and no light shone in those eyes anymore. He gave her a smile. "Hi. Feeling better?"
Jenna gave a weak smile, "Not too bad. Head's not hurting as much. You worry too much Reno. And I'm sorry I can't help around here anymore."
He let out a soft chuckle and said gently, "It's okay. I mean, if you have any energy, you should go to class. You're going to cure cancer, remember?"
It was a long running joke. One they had since she had first arrived after her mother, a crack addict, had abandoned her here. Abandoned a child born with HIV. Jenna had worked so hard to do her part around here and he personally had paid for a scholarship for her to go to med-school. But she had gotten weaker and weaker and now, the disease had caused complications that involved lesions on her brain.
She'd never become a doctor. She'd never cure cancer. And she'd never live to be older than the 23-years she was now. She gave him such a broken-resigned smile as tears coursed down her cheeks.
He could do so many things, but save someone from dying? Not one of his "skills". As he leaned forward to kiss her forehead when she fell back asleep, fevered despite how she shivered under the several blankets, he whispered.
"You're going to cure cancer. You're going to save the world. I'm going to make sure of it..."
Walking over to the last bed, he knelt down next to it and brushed his fingers through dark hair. The young woman lying there opened bloodshot, dark brown eyes. Eyes that once matched the chocolate tone of her skin. Now it was ashen and no light shone in those eyes anymore. He gave her a smile. "Hi. Feeling better?"
Jenna gave a weak smile, "Not too bad. Head's not hurting as much. You worry too much Reno. And I'm sorry I can't help around here anymore."
He let out a soft chuckle and said gently, "It's okay. I mean, if you have any energy, you should go to class. You're going to cure cancer, remember?"
It was a long running joke. One they had since she had first arrived after her mother, a crack addict, had abandoned her here. Abandoned a child born with HIV. Jenna had worked so hard to do her part around here and he personally had paid for a scholarship for her to go to med-school. But she had gotten weaker and weaker and now, the disease had caused complications that involved lesions on her brain.
She'd never become a doctor. She'd never cure cancer. And she'd never live to be older than the 23-years she was now. She gave him such a broken-resigned smile as tears coursed down her cheeks.
He could do so many things, but save someone from dying? Not one of his "skills". As he leaned forward to kiss her forehead when she fell back asleep, fevered despite how she shivered under the several blankets, he whispered.
"You're going to cure cancer. You're going to save the world. I'm going to make sure of it..."