6

"Your state is improving well, Lucas," the doctor announced.

"When will I be able to get out of this hospital?" Lucas asked, not really caring about his health.

"You need a few more weeks of rest as your body is still not completely ready."

Lucas sighed. I really need to get out of this fucking boring hell, he thinks.

"Doctor, can you bring me a paper and a pen?" he asked, and the doctor lifted his eyebrow then laughed. "Of course, wait a moment."

Lucas put his head on the pillow and kept staring at the white ceiling. "I don't even know where to go after." He whispered. His thoughts were cut off by the doctor who came back with a notebook and a pen. Lucas stared at the pen for a long time. It wasn't just a normal pen, it looked quite expensive.

The doctor put his hand on his shoulder. "You seem to have a lot in mind, Lucas, you want to write it and convert it into a song, right? I must guess that you were a musician."

Lucas looked at him with confusion. It's true that he suddenly felt like writing his thoughts, that doing it will surely make him feel better.

"How can you know if I was a musician?" He asked him. The doctor pointed at his hand. "Look at your showing veins, if you're not an athlete then you must be a musician. Perhaps, you used to play the piano before."

Lucas looked at his pale hands like he was seeing them for the first time, he took the notebook and started to write. The doctor smiled like a proud father then left him alone.

🎶

Two weeks passed, and it was already tough for the new artists. Peter had to manage his time between training and his dance classes. Juliette needed to study for the finals and had to invent excuses to escape from her house without her parents doubting her. Kyle tried to contact his old musician friends, but no one answered his calls. He needed some help for the birth of his new artists, but it seemed like he’d have to face everything alone.

But nothing stopped them from having fun together, the two young trainees got to know each other better and already became good friends. Sometimes Damian would come to the studio to watch them practising or to hang out. It was amazing how life could change in just a few weeks.

"Kyle, do you want to hang out with the three of us?" Juliette asked.

The producer was surprised by this proposition. "Me? Is it alright?"

"Of course!" The three friends said, making their friend smile from ear to ear. He was feeling lonely these days, he needed someone to talk to, someone to have fun with, he wanted to be happy. He only had them and his mother in his life.

"I know a good café. Let's go there!" said Damian with his box smile.

🎶

"Doctor, someone should take care of Lucas's hospital bills."

"Let's talk about this another time. The most important thing right now is his health condition."

Lucas could hear the doctor and the nurse's whisperings, but he pretended that he was still sleeping. When they left, he finally opened an eye and breathed heavily.

"Shit, I forgot the hospital bills." He mumbled to himself. "I don't even remember myself, where can I find money to pay them?" He scratched the back of his neck. "Fuck my life."

Lucas was getting really tired of this room. He was tired of seeing the same walls, same devices, same people, he was tired of that smell, that hospital smell.

He was also sad when other patients get visitors, theirs beds were always surrounded by flower bouquets, chocolate boxes and family smiling and offering love to them. He wanted to cry but he couldn't, he was dying inside.

It was late at night, Lucas got up from his bed and put his notebook and pen in a plastic bag.

"I need to get out of here." He whispered while looking at the others who were already sleeping. He was about to go out of the room when he stopped. He looked at his bed and sighed, he put down the bag and pulled out his notebook, he tore a sheet to write something on it then left it on his bedside table before leaving the room.

Thank you for everything, doctor.

-Your stubborn patient-