Bailey C. Writing

I walked into the main room of the hospital, glancing around warily at the tacky paintings and doctor charts on the wall, the peeling paint, and the ugly moss green and white tiled floor. I tried not to breathe through my nose, for the distinct scent of sickness wafted through the place, out of every room. I couldn't help the grimace that formed on my face as I avoided the gazes of sickly patients and rushing doctors. A nurse finally noticed me and my unease, and approached me slowly. "Hello...may I direct you somewhere?" Her voice was annoyingly sweet, and she smiled lightly. "I...I'm looking for room 7A." I stuttered out. She nodded, and pointed down the closest hallway. "Turn left when you reach the end, and it's the room right on the corner." I nodded my thanks, and she walked away to attend to some other hopeless individual in here. I took in more air, and then started to walk down the hallway she pointed at. A nurse walked out of a room...

A raging beast, this dreaded disease Until you're torn apart, it isn't appeased You fight the hardest fight of your life Causing your body's war to ensue This horrible fiend, this ugly monstrosity  I know it's attacking with an awesome ferocity I hope you know darling, for you I'm praying With you I promise, I'll always be staying You'll get through this, I know you're strong And don't you dare say that I am wrong Close your eyes and get some rest I hate seeing you in distress  I wish I could destroy all of those cells where all of that sickness dwells One day you'll be cured, happy and free A good future outlook for you and me Just so you know, I'm a phone call away I will come any time of the day To give you a hug and never let go See your smile and hear your hello So my dear, never give in And you'll look back on this and say "Remember when?"