Angel, 13

Felix woke up after a wonderful night's sleep. But then, it all started to go wrong. Every bad morning starts with the words “Oh, I overslept!” Felix was no exception. Quickly grabbing a black school bag that was neatly placed near the table, the boy went down to the first floor. “Good morning, Mom. I have to go!” taking a sandwich from the table, the boy put on his shoes and left the house. Felix's thin childish face with a sharp chin was decorated with a scattering of dark stars - freckles. His hair was the color of chocolate and his eyes were like espresso coffee. The 14-year-old teenager had a low, velvety voice and average height, about 175 cm. Failures chased Felix all day long: it was raining outside, on the way to school a passing car splashed him, a mathematics test, which was extremely hard for Lix, he, of course, failed, and on the top of that, going down the stairs from the last lesson to the locker room, the lace on sky blue sneakers treacherously untied. The next thing Felix felt was a terrible pain in his leg. He sat on the floor, surrounded by teachers and students. “Are you okay?” “Does your leg hurt?” “The ambulance is on its way”. Felix arrived at the hospital as fast as possible. Medical examination, x-ray and the result. “You have a fracture, young man,” the doctor sighed and asked Felix's mother to fill out some papers. Watching the adults deal with the documents was boring, so while Mom wasn't seeing her son, Lix went for a walk around the hospital with a new cast and crutches. Passing by the hospital wards, the boy read the names on the tablets of the patients in them. “I wonder how they are not bored here?” the teenager asked himself and stopped in front of one of the snow-white doors.“Han Angel, 13” Felix read to himself and opened the door. “Hey”. Dark, large and sad eyes stared at the newcomer. Before that, they looked out the window. The drops flowing down the glass were like tears. Tears of a little boy with cancer. “Hi,” the hairless lad replied softly. “Are you alone here?” Felix looked around and went to the younger's bed, sitting down on it and putting the crutches aside. “Who should I be with?” The corners of the patient's lips slightly turned up. Angel looked tired and tortured. There were bright bruises under his eyes, but his sick features were smoothed out by cute cheeks that made him look like a squirrel. Angel was small and very thin. So thin that hospital gown covered his protruding ribs. “Why isn't your family here?” “They are busy,” the boy tried to smile at his companion, as if he were the happiest person in the world. “In that case, I can stay with you,” Felix suggested, intending to stay in the ward for a while, “Let's get to know each other. Are you Han Angel?” The sun came out from behind the clouds, draining the wet window. Dark, wet roads began to lighten, leaving only in the recesses the consequences of the rain - puddles. 20 minutes passed from the first meeting of the boys' eyes, but it seemed that teens had known each other for ages. They talked about everything. Common topics of conversation were found so fast that the teenagers lost track of time. “I promise to come to you next week,” saying goodbye to a friend, the boy with a scattering of freckles on his cheeks smiled, “And now I need to go. I think my mother is looking for me”. “I will be waiting for you”. The little angel smiled, and not a single drop of the rain left on the window. Tears dried up. Sometimes it's the little things that lead to the big turning point. Even the worst day can end with a new story, a new friendship.