I hate hospitals. Even that monotone beeping noise or that way too clean smell sends chills up my spine. Seeing you in there on Christmas broke my heart.
You are more than just a best friend.
You are my little sister.
I wish I could make you better, but all I can do is drive out there any chance I get, and sit with you. There's only so much candy, home cooking, toys, balloons, flowers and so many movies I can shove in your face. The only thing that you want is to go home.