"So Blaine, while not too concerned about his college applications just yet, immediately went through all the standard procedures to start being a volunteer at the hospital. He took the necessary CPR and first aid courses and was tested for tuberculosis.* Blaine couldnt think of a happier day than when he was finally given his light blue polo shirt (with the hospital insignia and the word Volunteer sewn on the pocket) and his ID badge. He started going to the hospital with his mother whenever she worked weekends and eventually started going once or twice during the week after school once he got his drivers license. He didnt know what it was, but he just had this need in the back of his mind that made him never want to miss a day with the kids. Sure, a lot of them were gone within a couple of days or a week, but sometimes there were kids that were stuck there for months at a time. Blaine couldnt help but get attached to the little ones that practically begged the nurses to let them leave their room to spend time with Blaine. Sometimes, if he was allowed, Blaine would scrub and gown up to go visit with the little cancer patients in their isolation rooms.*"
I cannot. I literally cannot.