story about someone i know whose struggle with cardiac arrests didn't end there

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she would know if she saw this post but i hope she doesn't ever assume it's me because i know her, but not that well
i do know that she has always been a nice, outgoing person who loved people and interacting with others
she loved sports
we were always mutuals, never really good friends, but we were acquaintances and i still have good memories of hanging out with her sometimes outside on roller skates, running, or playing tag in the dark with a group of friends
one day i saw on her instagram page a picture of her in a hospital bed and i checked the comments like usual and someone had written "i hope you get better from your heart attack" or something like that
i was shocked, and asked her about it later
it turns out that she had actually had multiple heart attacks and had to get heart surgery. during winter break, she had another heart attack and there was question about whether the operation was really successful
she did eventually get help for that, but weird symptoms started appearing afterwards
she started having fainting spells to the point where she couldn't come to school anymore, and if she did, she would have to go to the hospital in an ambulance frequently because of the times she would fall and hit her head. i never experienced it firsthand because i don't share classes with her, but i heard from people who did and it seemed scary and sad.
i don't want to go into more details because, although probably nobody here knows her, i still value her privacy.
i do want to say that it is to the point where friends are considering wheelchairs, service dogs, and online school.
which would be so sad because she is someone who loves talking to people and is social. not to mention the fact how disabled and incapable you feel in a wheelchair. i know this because i would injure myself often when i was younger, and once i had to be in a wheelchair when i was at the hospital for an allergic reaction. i was shocked, even through my barely conscious mind, how much i felt like someone who was frail, helpless, and weak. it sucked.

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sometimes i wonder if we will lose her soon. i had some friends tell me her case isn't life threatening as long as we prevent the concussions, but we never know. we don't know how this kind of things can kill someone slowly in a way.

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i guess we're all lucky.
we can walk
we can go to school. even if that doesn't seem like a good thing it is.
we are part of the people who can walk the halls and talk with friends without second thought.
we don't hurt, we don't have to question our end, no, not yet.

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a poem
i received a prompt of "two heroes fighting for the galaxy" and chose to try poetry. i've never been strong at poetry, but why not get better at it? i've always thought it was pretty and ethereal
i used slant rhyming, a little bit of actual rhyming, but no specific patterns like ababa or something since i've never really believed in that lmho
here's my shot at it. i'm usually pretty confident with a lot of my writing pieces--this one's not it. it would be fun to see the change, though. maybe in 2025 i will be writing poetry my english teacher would feel jealous reading

The winning moment
Is coming closer
Within an hour hand
We usually share the final touch
This time
I ask you for your trust

I could be the one this time
Since there’s only one more time
I was your friend, your little guy,
This once
Lend me no hands

I want the fame
And the acclaim
When they gaze into my eyes
I want to feel the fear, the flame
When I win us back the skies

I know you were my greatest friend
But you’re my greatest foe
My sword could never draw your blood
But I will hold this crown