[ WP ] A young cancer patient is sick and tired of all these damn celebrities popping in for surprise visits .

The last couple of weeks were the hardest. He tried to hold out hope that things would be different. He tried to stay positive and will himself to hold on just a little bit longer. But unfortunately, that had become an increasingly difficult feat. He did n't have much strength left to hold on. He questioned whether he had any at all these past five days. Still, he kept on wishing, begging to whomever it was you were supposed to call out to, for a little bit more time. 
 
 `` Look, James!'' cooed Nurse Ygrette as she, along with a crowd of doctors and orderlies, approached his bed. `` You have another special visitor!'' Nurse Ygrette spoke to him as she would a child. There was something patronizing, yet comforting, about the way she went about talking to James. Such an odd mixture of emotions, but it was always welcomed. 
 
 James' vision was almost gone at this point. He attempted to lift his head as a means of feigning interest in this guest in his room. That was no use. A smile had to suffice for now. 
 
 `` It's a pleasure to meet you, James,'' the guest said. Her voice was calming and sultry and powerful all at the same time. It was Adele. The room was abuzz as she filled the halls the same way a songbird fills the morning air. James did his best to smile. He even hummed along to the few songs he knew as she serenaded him. Pictures were taken. Cards were signed. Gifts were given. And just like that, it was over. She was gone. And he was alone. 
 
 `` Finally!'' he thought as he scraped off the fake smile he previously plastered onto his face. This was a ritual he had grown accustomed to. Adele was simply one of many to have'blessed' him with her company. She, along with Andrew Garfield, Idris Elba, Sam Smith, fucking One Direction, and many others came and went, disrupting his dissent into the nothingness that is death. This was James' hell. Each one, no matter how cheery or talented or reward laden, was a reminder that his own daughter had yet to come see him. 
 
 `` This was it,'' he thought. 
 `` It's over and I am as at peace as I am going to get.'' he noted. 
 `` I will never see my girl again... And I'll never understand why only British celebrities came to visit. I'm in Detroit.''
