half/12

"So what are you gonna be in the future?"

I giggled, caressing the sunflower in the vase which was about to wither in due time. I gazed back at my sister with a small smile on my lips. She just finished her chemotherapy an hour ago and our parents were out to get some food for us.

Unlike the sunflower, her blonde hair had completely withered to nothing due to numerous treatments. Her head was covered with the scarf I'd given her as a Christmas present. Her icy eyes were already mild of colors and I hated seeing her in this state. However, I had to be with her just like she'd done for me throughout the years.

"I don't know," I answered, leaning my forearms on the hospital bed. "How about you?"

She quirked her eyebrow. "Seriously? You're asking that question to a leukemia patient who's eventually going to die."

"You're not going to die!" I said, almost yelling. Congratulations! She stooped my mood again for being insensitive.

Cassie, my sister, laughed at my outburst. "Easy, my crybaby.