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Lexa almost crumpled among the fluorescent lights of the room. It smelled of chemicals; everything white and all around pristine. Indra looked over at her with a sigh, the sixteen year old adopted daughter nodding her head. Their body language said it all, a silent agreement that Lexa could do it. That she would be okay.
Although, nobody knew she would be. Mentally she was mediocre. Part of her had everything good, and part of her was practically eating itself alive. Because of one thing.
Lexa didn't want to die at sixteen, and she didn't want to leave Indra with just Anya. She didn't want to give up that chance of getting married to a girl and adopting kids and puppies and having a happily ever after. But, she had lost that a long time ago.
When she was ten, Lexa had been diagnosed with Leukemia. She was so young and fragile. That was six years ago, and doctors were running after anything they could. This was a chance.
"I love you," Lexa whispered as Indra encased her in a hug. Anya's eyes welled up and she wished that she was going through this, not her little sister. "I love you more, little bird."
Anya leaped into her arms, closing her arms around the girls neck. Her thin hair was wavy and frizzy, still beautiful, even though there was not much left of it. "Take care a'you."
Lexa smiled, the words slipping off her lips, "take care a'you. Make sure you keep things in order for when I get back. I will be back. One day."
"I know, sis. You're a fighter. Please don't stop." Anya's tears now spilled over, dripping onto her cheeks in little lines. Lexa reached up and pressed her thumbpads to them, wiping them away with a flick.
"No crying. No need to be sad. I'll be back in no time," she grinned. The girl across from her shook her head.
"All set?" the nurse asked Lexa, who nodded.
"I love you guys. Moon and back and around again," the nurse guided her out the door. She felt her legs growing weak but she kept walking, despite her muscles screaming for her to stop.
It was funny, how normal this was. She didn't really think about it that much, but now she was forced to. Her legs almost always felt like they were going to break, her arms so tired that they were numb. Her eyes barely held a spark anymore, and that's why she needed this.
Before she knew it, Lexa was tumbling over and the nurse had to catch her. She knew later there would be bruises from her fingertips, no matter how gentle they were.
"Are you okay? Lets get you a wheelchair," she said, pulling Lexa into an upright position before rushing to a closet down the hall. She rushed back wheeling a wheelchair, which Lexa glided into. Her head was pounding, swarming, and everything was so tired.
"This is your room, Lexa," she looked around, seeing the two beds and colorful decor. The walls were white, but one side of the room had posters tacked to multiple walls. Alice in Wonderland, Wizard of Oz, along with other movie posters. The bed on that side was covered with a fuzzy white duvet and blue pillows. "You brought things right?"
"Yeah, they said a nurse was going to bring them up later," her head was still fuzzy.
"Okay, lets go meet the other kids," she smiled. "You'll fit right it."