It was amazing what anxiety would convince you was a good idea. At only an hour away from surgery, the young teen had simply wanted to talk to someone. He was out of books to distract himself with, and he didn’t have the energy to game or sketch. The television played the same boring stuff it always did. So, with nothing left to do, he went on Omegle to talk to someone.
In ten minutes, he’d been asked to show tits he didn’t have, bothered by 12-year-olds, hit on by old men, and read at least 3 copypasta memes. It... wasn’t much help. He’d give it one more attempt, but he didn’t expect anything...
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Listen. B 4 u say anything.
You: I’m going in2 surgery in 40 minutes.
You: I just want a normal conversation... ok? Please?
He let out a sigh, expecting an instant disconnect. But he watched as the stranger on the other end typed, waiting anxiously.