The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake was finished with his plate a minute later and he also put it on the tray. The coffee was too hot to drink normally but still he sipped at it, the familiar bitter taste awaking his senses. He reached his hand out and took Isabelle's, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand.


"So you want to take nursing lessons. What do you know about being a nurse?"
 
"Well." Isabelle thought, squeezing his hand in response. "I know the hours are crap, I'll probably be covered in human waste at some point in my life. Don't worry, I know that much at least.


Why did she want to be a nurse? Well, she wanted to help people. Isabelle had the capability to learn, and there was an inborn desire to help. That's what she wanted to say, but she was worried he might make fun of her. "Don't tease me. I like helping people. I can learn, and I can help people get better, and heal. I understand after a while it'll sound a little righteous, but I don't know. The body is pretty fascinating." Isabelle shrugged.
 
Blake's brows furrowed at her comment and he shook his head, almost looking offended. "I'm not teasing you and I not going to." He stared into his cup for a moment, thinking over what she said.


"Is there something I can do to help you become a nurse, or at least do the courses?" he asked. He could help her study, be a practice dummy and he definitely had enough money that he could pay for the courses.
 
"I might not get that far." Isabelle bit her lip, not making eye contact. "I can't have you pay. It wouldn't be fair."


Fair. Who was she to talk fair.


She didn't want to think about the future. There was so much uncertainty. What if she died? What if she lived?
 
"How about we make a deal," he said slowly, taking a second to empty his cup before continuing, "If you live, I pay for the courses. Because God forbid you're going to die of old age before you become a nurse."


Unlike every other time the surgery is mentioned, this time it doesn't ruin the mood, at least not for Blake. He was still calm and not worried.
 
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"I..." She stuttered and began to twiddle her thumbs. "I don't know. I feel bad taking your money."


Isabelle laid back down with a thud. She stared up at the ceiling. As much as she wanted to accept, it was hard for her to do it. It would make her such a liability. Blake had offered a few times now, so Isabelle thought maybe she should simply say yes. Finally, she shrugged and started to nod her head.


"If I live. I'll let you help me."
 
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((I've been staring at the screen for five minutes unable to answer oh man this is terrible I'm literally sick to my stomach with embarrassment))


Blake set his CUP aside and lay down next to Isabelle, his arm moving around her so they were even closer together. "You'll live, and I'll help you become a nurse," he whispered close to her ear as though there were no chance that she could die.


He wished here weren't a chance, he's wished many times before too, that the tumour didn't exist and that they could have a normal relationship together.


((Every five words I had to stop and cover my face for thirty seconds... it's so terrible this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life))
 
((I laughed so hard, it made my day. I'm sorry you're so embarrassed, but it was truly hysterical.))


Isabelle threw her arm over over her eyes to hide the fact she felt like crying. It made her so happy to think he would offer to help her study, and pay of all things. Blake had no obligations to help her.


She turned and quickly tucked her face under his head, and wrapped her arms around him. Isabelle muzzled his neck with her nose. She willed herself not to cry, but she was just so happy, she couldn't help it. "You're so good to me. Thank you, Blake."
 
Blake held her close, smiling softly to himself. "There's nothing to thank me for," he whispered into her hair. "I'm just trying to help someone I care about." He wanted to say more, maybe change some words and tell her he loved her, but he wasn't sure if it was too early for that. He'd tell her soon, some time before the surgery.
 
Isabelle pushed her face closer to his chest and bit her lip. Of course she had to thank him. The classes were going to be expensive. Most of all, he was kind to her. Every day he made her smile since they'd met, just the thought of him was enough.


"I'm going to say it anyways," She mumbled, barely audible. "I've only got so much time, and you're making it so much better. It means a lot."
 
Her words were like music to his ears they made his smile grow. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered back, rubbing her back in a circular motion. "When you're happy, I'm happy."


What a cheesy thing to say, he thought. He had never acted like this before, no one made him feel as good as she did. He's had several girlfriends before, but none of them felt as great as these past few days.
 
Isabelle actually started smiling, and then she laughed. Blake was really something else. How she'd gotten this lucky was a mystery to her. She lifted her head, eyes red and teary. "Come here, you big nerd."


Then she kissed him, smiling and crying, this person before her was what she wanted. She would hold on as long as she could.
 
Blake kissed her back, rolling over so she was on her back and he was leaning over her. They kissed for a while until Blake pulled away, breathing heavily. He looked into her eyes for a second and smiled before he shook his head and looked away. For once he was the embarrassed one.
 
"What? Are you embarrassed?" Isabelle put her hands on his face, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. Her smile was soft beneath her rosy cheeks. Green eyes stared for as long as she could.


"I'm glad you ran into me." She said softly, she meant it.
 
Blake glanced back at her and smiled, shrugging as much as he could. "So what if I am?" he said. "I just... It's weird for me. It usually takes me a while to warm up to someone like this," he explained.
 
"I'm different." Isabelle laughed. It was partly because he didn't know how much time was left, no hesitations or games. "Well,don't be embarrassed."


She kissed his nose and fell back to the bed, arms by her head. Isabelle was smiling, glad she came to stay.


"You should play for me again." She said, "I really enjoyed your first performance, or, you could teach me to play the cello. If you want."
 
"I'm a terrible teacher," he said, glancing over at his cello. He could easily teach math or english, even a bit of science, but cello was a whole different thing. "Eh, I'll try though. You wanna learn right now?"


He had moved so he was laying on his side, head propped up by has hand. His other hand traced small circles on Isabelle's stomach, pausing whenever she tensed up from the ticklishness.
 
"But you're a tutor, you can't be that terrible." Isabelle jerked as his circles tickled her stomach. "Maybe later, I was under the impression we were staying in bed all day."


On the floor, in her jean pocket, her phone rang. It beeped to signal a voice message. She'd check later. Now it wasn't important.


She rolled onto her stomach after the ticklish sensation became too much, pulling her shirt over her backside. Blake didn't need to see what color underwear she was wearing today, although he probably had just by accident.


The phone rang again and Isabelle groaned into the pillow. She didn't want to answer. "It's probably my aunt. I don't want to answer."
 
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"But teaching someone how to play the cello and teaching someone how to," he paused, trying to think of an example, "find the area of a paraboloid are very different. It's easy to explain the formula for the paraboloid, but for cello you've gotta explain the position of the body, position of the fingers, how to move the bow, how to-" Blake stopped mid setence, realizing how badly he was rambling.


He bit down on his lip, hoping he didn't confuse Isabelle too much with everything he said and to distract himself he put his hand back down on his back, slipping his hand under her shirt. This time he didn't move it around.
 
"Alright then." Isabelle shrugged, not really upset. "I was just so jealous you could play, when I heard you. It's really impressive." She turned her head so she could stare at him, arms crossed under the pillow. He had his hand on her back, it was warm to the touch, and she wished he would rub her back. She wouldn't ask, else she might fall asleep or doze off.


"I'm sure you could do it, though." She prodded, biting her lip. "I I'd be able to pick up on the parabo-something, math is just not my strong suit. But music is different. I'm sure I could do that."
 
Blake laughed at her comment and said, "Paraboloid. It's a quadric sur... never mind." He laughed again, this time shaking his head with it. "I'll try to teach you the cello. I'll give it my best effort, and I'll be as patient as possible," he promised. Blake smiled down at her, the outside of his eyes crinkling slightly.
 
Isabelle's phone rang again. She knew it had to be her aunt, trying to figure out where she'd run off to. Annoyed, she bent over the side of the bed, legs straight out over Blake. She reached to grab her phone and saw it was an unknown number. "Sorry, Blake, it just was bugging me..." Curious, she answered, putting the phone to her ear. "Hello?"


A shrill voice screamed through the phone, causing Isabelle to instantly drop her phone. Even though it was on the floor, the voice was still clear. Between a few obscenities, the message was clear, her mother really wanted her to come home. She quickly ended the call and turned her phone off. Isabelle pulled herself back into bed and latched to Blake, pulling his hands around her.


"Yeah, let's..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "Patient, yeah."


How had she gotten the number? Isabelle didn't want to know. She was scared of her.
 
Blake's mood was instantly spoiled, and he frowned, replaying what he had just heard over and over again in his mind. "Who was that and why were they so rude?" he asked slowly, staring at the phone laying on the ground. He was distant, but still held on to Isabelle. He wasn't happy with the interrupted phone call, especially since the caller had just insulted and threatened his, could he even call her this, girlfriend.
 
Isabelle shook her head a few times before answering. She was shaking a little, so she had to breath first. "That was my mom." The words hung in the air, and there was an uneasy silence after. Isabelle cleared her throat and tried to explain. It completely killed the atmosphere, though, and she wasn't sure he would be too happy hearing about how her mother liked to hit her only child.


"I think she's mad." She tried to laugh. "I'm sorry, my phone is off now. Just forget about it, okay? Do you want more coffee?"
 
Blake nodded, swallowing his anger for the sake of Isabelle. Of course he wasn't really done fuming but he'd pretend like he was. This was supposed to be an enjoyable day, and a sour mother was not going to ruin it for the both of them.


"Sure, coffee would be great." He rolled over, lifting his arm off her so she was free to stand up.
 
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